There once was a girl,
A girl who held all of the world's sadness
As a weight on her shoulders.
She cried daily,
Mostly in the night,
Alone in her room,
So no one could laugh at her sorrow or think she was
immature.
Her bedroom served as her own private sanctuary,
Her sole savior.
She knew she had luck,
And she knew she lacked it too.
A silly girl with silly dreams,
That's what they called her.
Just another dreamer.
Wishing for everything in the world to be good,
The way it should be.

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