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is it the truth?

"Why can't any one love me?" asked the little girl that no one used to see.

Because you're ugly of course..

The answer was short and clear,
but the girl didn't think it was fear.

"But every one says that it's the inside that counts",
the little one tried again.

Oooh yes.. but it's not just that you look like a freak,
you are also way too weak.

You're naughty my darling and bad, very bad.

The words made the last spark in her eyes go out, and she felt sad.

The little girl closed her eyes,
took a deep breath,
then opened them again.

The reality is still the same,
and there's no one to blame.

A lonely tear ran slowly down her cheek.

She made a promise, a promise new,
and she did only tell a few.

The little one told me she wasn't mad,
even if she know that she never could feel love from a lad.

The truth destroyed her,
and she was empty.
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