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She dreamt of being an angel, who flew into the sky, Living was never her strong point, though daily did she try. She felt like she would crumble, at the slightest touch, though people came and went, none ever got close enough. her heart had already been broken, by one who should have known. A man that she loved dearly, only love he should have shown. God had decided, she would make a pretty star, though all this child had to show, was an ever open scar. somtimes when the tears fell, they hurt her pretty deep and she would have to struggle never again to weep. for people thought her strong and amazing and grand but all this little girls wants is to take her fathers hand.