Grown Child
My childhood is gone,
Snatched away before the hands of time deemed it to be,
I sit all alone in that crowd,
Slumped in a corner,
Blade to my wrist,
Wondering why I exist as anything other than a play toy,
Something for you to use and abuse,
To take my innocence away,
To make me age before my time,
To destroy me,
Before I've even been created.
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