Something once so innocent, stolen
Ripped from the soul of its beholder
Not by choice but by force
Forever lost never to be rediscovered
Something destined to be special to be discovered by love
Torn and thrown away by its original meaning
A little girl not yet a woman
Kidnapped of innocence
Never to be forgotten
The memory that will always remain
Of the most horrible deed
That was done in vein

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