Sierra Staten (4/17/97 / Newman, California)
The Fall of This Little Girl
She loved greater than anyone could ever love
And she fought more than anyone could ever fight
Her only fault was that she always fought herself
And she was punished by herself every night.
She soon had shut out all the happiness.
The sun no longer shined in her world
She changed, overnight, and soon this just might
be the fall of this little girl.
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