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Little Girl

Big eyes that followed you 

In her eyes you were a prize

She wouldn't stop trying

She presisted time and time again 

She was in love without knowing it

Giving up was not an option

Not caring that she began to look like a fool

That foolish girl won her prize 

But did he treasure her like the prize she was too?

self esteem ►

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