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[title] => The Five-Year Old Girl
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[bodytext] => The five-year old girl finally learned to hate which was fate when she saw the expression on his face that look from her head she could not erase All we wanted to do was put him in his place watching the cars a perfect pace He moved away from the street but that was okay because this would not be our defeat This little girl cried and felt pain her tears flowed like the rain in fear that we could not regain we made ourselves sustain Even though he didn't think he was wrong The feelings inside us grew strong Time grew long and our emotions grew strong But now we didn't like this man who once in our eyes was grand there was no longer love or the pleasure of his hand Only death is what I started to plan Anger worked quickly and only bad memories is what I could see The more bad memories there were the more displeasure only anger is what I could measure They came more quickly page by page then they stopped and what was left on top I thought a fluke, a flop The image became clear and I embraced it all those bad memories but the good ones wasted It brought me leisure I laughed at it, I smiled then my anger began to go mild That memory save him, or perhaps it saved me And finally it was clear and I was able to see it wasn't me who had done it but the five-year old girl who had saved me [comments] => 2 [counter] => 172 [topic] => 48 [informant] => Rogue [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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