You were such a silly little girl,
Writing lyrics for your voiceless songs,
Reading books for hours every night,
Skimming through the pages of your days;
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You were such a lonely little girl,
Lonely, when, surrounded by your friends,
And engrossed in senseless teenage laughs,
You envied the ones who merely smiled;
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You were such a greedy little girl,
Greedy for long trips away from home,
For strange stories told by wise shamans
And for dreams that would bring them to life;
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You were such an ugly little girl –
No one ever told you otherwise,
No one ever looked into your eyes
And noticed just how beautiful you were;
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Little girl, you were so many things,
You’d have grown to be so many more;
How I wish that you were more alive
Than the dry ink in this old journal I once kept