My Life as I Remember: Age 10
Ten years ago is forgotten.
My naive essence is rotten.
A ten year olds ire is made of supernatural fire.
She is someone of envy.
Her childhood not of confidence.
A father of absence.
A mother of distance.
When one is gone all is left in a deadly silence.
When two stand together they seek hateful vengeance.
I look back and remember.
Yet I don't recall when it was all going on till this November.
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