Ash
She has the blonde ringlets, just like her mother.
but how could someone so beautiful, look like someone so evil.
She has the hazel eyes, just like her father.
but how can hers be so beautiful, and his be full of lies.
I cannot leave her, but I cannot protect her either.
She grows up so fast.
From inches, to feet.
She acts more like them.
With each passing day.
I cannot leave her, but I cannot protect her either.
This sister love, is not enough.
For, they make her believe that I do not
My hugs and my promises, cannot do much.
For, they take her away, and leave me alone.
I cannot leave her, But I cannot protect her either.
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