Loneliness.
There once was a little girl, stuck in time's whirl she was sweet, little and kind but happiness was something she couldn't find. until she found him, like others, he too, left her with a grim. All alone in her room, sitting as silent as a tomb she was a master at faking her happiness, who knew from inside, she was broken in pieces In front of her there were her parents she needed to please fed up with all this, she had no-one but someone, something that followed her always that something was nothing other than Loneliness. - Love, A✨
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