At dawn she was too young,
she was too young to recite the text from hell.
At dawn she was too young,
to wake up with no intention or stay alive.

In the morn` her heart was too narrow and delicate,
to be stabbed straight on the bottom of it.
In the morn` her legs was too terse,
too short to drag it into school building – a hard drag, a reason for not-so-lapidary depression.

Her home was like a magnet,
mumma`s cuddle too.
And her papa`s strength and smile just if he had.
Say truly, “unfortunately no love, no love from papa.”

At day her eardrums were too weak,
both have been too weak to be beaten by people saying the owner`s worst.
Worse than the cursed demon and trampled-on beast in the floor,
Has been into death, get drunk by the puddle of carbol.

And she`s absolutely weaker,
Weaker than the mint leaves in the south of my verandah, no watered for days into days,
Night by nights.
Or she could be equal with a victim of murder got pressure on his faring.

At evening and night she was too old,
to refuse dinner,
or to refuse waking up until today elapsed,
passed by, pushing her into boiling worldly inferno
of going to school, of reading texts in the cellphone
Again and again!
It replays and replays!

O` the horror movie kept replayed,
with the seconds when the abandoned piano tooth sounded,
their creepiest melody, and something yearned to be shorter:
Her creepiest life.
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