This

She was so happy.
She'd dance and laugh and run.
No cares or worries,
only innocence.
Then things began to change,
the innocence faded away,
and the first time broke her.
She's damaged and scarred,
Her agony shows through with every move she makes,
She remembers how she used to be
thinking "where did she go?"
She aches to be there again,
but she never will.
Who she was is dead,
and now she's this.

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