The look into her eyes was speechless.
She was carried back into one big mess.
Every time she gets out, she gets pulled right back in.
Without a conscious, she will never win.
They found her walking down a one way street,
With nothing on her feet.
Nothing ever comes good out of what they want her to do.
But when she was at her lowest peak, they helped her through and through.
She has to learn to say No,
She would be better off in foster care, at least there she can grow.
Her aunt and uncle were no better then her parents, to bring her into this.
A young girl her age, should not be working in their kind of business.
Whatever happens down.the road.
She will someday become anguishly cold.
Unless somehow they let her be a child again.
But in this kind of world of drugs and alcohol, death is usually the end.
©terrylin53
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