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Torn heart


looking from the outside of the door all i see is darkness, everyday i walk pass that door and can never open it, i never wanted to take that chance to look inside of that door to see what was inside of that room. But from the outside i could hear a little crying and asking for help, never thinking that anyone would help her get out of this dark deep hole, when i open this door i see a little girl at the age of ten crying with black tears running down her cheeks, the weird part about this little girl was that that little girl was me. Coming from pain, hurt and abuse the little girl tries to think of everything she can do to get out of this pain, she crys out to her family but her family does not know what to do or what is wrong with her one day they notice that little girl is gone and has been locked up in that dark room for four days, her dad and mom tries to open but never could get it open, so grandfather finally kicks it open and her family see's their little girl dead in a pool of black blood.
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