I am the forgotten dead.
I have no friends and no roof over my head.
I am the forgotten girl that you only hear about in stories and books.
I am the forgotten beauty, where people send me ugly glances and looks.
I am the forgotten final piece, that when put together, makes happiness.
I was forgotten.
I am forgotten now.
I will always be forgotten.
Love will not heal me.
I will always be a girl of many scars.
But love can teach me to forgive.
Love can give me many reasons for why I should live.
It can even change me, for better or for worse.
I have always wondered why she couldn’t keep me.
Sometimes I expect to wake up only to find that it was all a dream.
Was it me?
Did I do something wrong?
I was only two at the time.
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