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There's this one little girl

And she sits in her room.

Nobody loves her-

She's destined to doom.

Her life is bland

Her walls are bare

And her eyes always have

That cold hard stare.

The floor is creaky

The lights are flickering

And if you listen closely,

You can hear her parents snickering.

She tried at school

She tried at home

Yet she still roamed around

Completely unknown.

If somebody would notice,

If somebody would care,

Then maybe at night

She wouldn't have to say a prayer.

Because all of her life

She's felt unloved.

Every single day

She gets pushed and shoved.

So, late one night,

She laid down on the floor

And suddenly it ended

Behind her closed and locked door.