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By Trish

A little child so lost and alone Wadering and wondering and searching Fearful and afraid of the unknown Looking for boogeymen that might be lurking A teenager full of false bravery and pride Being foolishy invinsible Vain and self centered Worried about anyone that might be better A woman learning to stand tall Bearing the weight of the world On shoulders that are much to small Always finding unknown energy A wisened old woman Some say she is a crone Full of stories and advice A scarred heart with battle wounds

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