cried
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You and I have never met
But I am the child you must not forget.
I am the child who whimpered in pain.
I am the child who was beaten and slain.
I am the child who cried at night.
The tears she cries are not the good ones
She was not just someone
I dont know how it slipped my mind
She was always so kind
How was i supposed to know
She was slowly letting go
He was a worthy opponent in the battle for her soul
No way he would win for she stood alone
His words couldn't sway her,for she swayed herself
His touch couln't faze her
For only she knew how she felt
