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Deep inside, the little girl complains;
Immaturely, they yell right in front of her.
The deafening shouts will start again.
Not choosy with the words they throw,
In her presence, the humiliate each other.
The sharp shouts in her ears and mind echo.
Now clinging onto her little hope
That things could change someday;
Friendship would be a guest in their home.
Worry and fear on the little girl strike,
Robbing her of her precious happiness.
Anytime, the commotion again can start.
Immaturely, they yell right in front of her.
The deafening shouts will start again.
Not choosy with the words they throw,
In her presence, the humiliate each other.
The sharp shouts in her ears and mind echo.
Now clinging onto her little hope
That things could change someday;
Friendship would be a guest in their home.
Worry and fear on the little girl strike,
Robbing her of her precious happiness.
Anytime, the commotion again can start.
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