F R E E D O M

All through her childhood,

she was broken.

Constantly praying for a way out,

but no one to help her.

Going to bed without food,

was normal.

The day she was all grown up,

was the day she turned fifteen.

Although way too fast, 

she walked out on hunger,

loss, hatred, and being unloved.

A weight was lifted off her shoulders,

She was grown,

and she was free.

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