She.
She walks down the street
With a skip in her feet
Smiling at the people that passed her by; they turned the corner
She released a deep sigh
She waited until they were gone
And then the tears fell
And her heart would swell
Her mind would wander
She would think about the father she never knew
And how her hate for him that slowly grew
She thought of her mother who misunderstood
And how the mother always would
She thought of the dreams that died
No matter how hard she tried
I cried when I realized
That
She was me
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