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hailey Nov 2017
There was a girl
Who was always great fun
She loved to run around
In the big, bright, sun
Even though she was bullied
For being lovable & fun
She still loved to run
And always glowed like the sun
Until what somebody had said
Finally came through to her
She then became broken
And it all became a blur
But after all that happened
She had finally been woken
From her terrible dreams
Called reality
Oh, how reality is cruel…
Oh, how reality is cruel...
I came up with this and was hoping I could have some points of improvement

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