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by Lakota Jan 10, 2009 category : Sadness, depression / grieving, loss
She just stands there, in a floral dress of pink and white. He blond hair, neatly curled, floats in the gentle breeze. She knows what her light green eyes have seen. Her apple-blushed cheeks, now stained with tears. She blinks once....twice.... Orphaned she walks, afraid of her father, her mother gone. Subtly traumatized, she lives in all of us; hurt, scared and alone.... The girl with the porcelain heart....
