cried

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You and I have never met But I am the child you must not forget. I am the child who whimpered in pain. I am the child who was beaten and slain. I am the child who cried at night.
The tears she cries are not the good ones She was not just someone I dont know how it slipped my mind She was always so kind How was i supposed to know She was slowly letting go
He was a worthy opponent in the battle for her soul No way he would win for she stood alone His words couldn't sway her,for she swayed herself His touch couln't faze her For only she knew how she felt
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