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She lies awake at night
The ceiling her best friend
Her thoughts race in fright
At no point do they end
She's never sure about what she sees
Always wondering if her head is playing tricks
A quiet child with nothing to say
As Mommy and Daddy were going in separate ways.
Caught in between with her big sister.
A child a little too young to have a stony heart.
