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Little Child

She has so much resentment
And she doesn't know why.
But then she messes up again
And the tears come back to her eyes.

It sickens her
To feel the way she feels.
But every time they talk,
The feelings become more real.

The yelling and screaming
Might have its quiet days,
But as long as she stays mute
It'll never go away.

No matter how grown up she is,
She'll always be that little child
That crawls in the corner
Whenever her mother gets wild.

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