It hurt,
My everything hurts.
My eyes and body now grows heavy,
My mind, is now drifting away.
.
Now I know, why I have no father.
Now I know, why I never saw my mother.
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If I am allowed to make at least one wish,
In this cruel place a grew,
Please, please
I beg
Let not my child be a woman.
Please,,,,, please,,,
I beg......
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My earliest memories was that from the orphanage.
No warmth to feel, from that you call a mother,
Nor, gentle hands to hold, from that you call a father.
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Within this place, we were raised,
By our care taker, whom we call Headmistress.
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It may not be perfect, happy and nice,
But at least with my fellows, we somehow do get by.
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But all of it, changed one day...