A long time ago,
I was a girl,
a little girl,
with tiny brown curls.

I liked to hop,
I liked to skip,
I drank juice over pop.

A long time ago,
I was so small,
so very small,
that I forgot I exsisted,
at all.

Here I sit,
in an ice box
Freezing to the bone
in an ice box
Yet nothing makes me happier
than my icebox
Where the sounds of the city
roam happily through
and the headlights of cars
shine brightly through.

Alas, my ice box is not quite a box.
My ice box
is merely a frosted up bus stop.

Cascading Melodies,
Synchronized Beats,
The swaying of bodies,
moving ever so gently.

Roughly Sung Lyrics,
Echoing off my Walls,
Make me feel as though,
I might have a chance to live..

..Tomorrow.

Carry me out, across that water.
No more am I your daughter,
You've abandoned me,
when I needed you most.
Just leave me here to drown.

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