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Fast food every night might sound ideal to a kid
but it left her often hungry for more.
She'd rummage through half-empty cupboards,
the kithen walls sticky with cigarette tar,
A hero is born,
a child is lost.
A chance is taken,
but at what cost?
I stand here baffled,
at the scene around.
How could they say,
this was paradise found?