Writing Contest Entry by Eve

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Her eyes hold too much
for one so young.
There were dreams she could have dreamed.
Songs she could have sung.
A life that has been broken
when it has only begun.
She doesn't laugh or cry.
Why should she try?
She rather bottle it up inside.
She is the girl you see everyday.
Her eyes are full of fear
and you turn away.
Never to hear what she has to say.
Scarred,
 and Bruised.
Afraid,
 and Confused.
And we just pass her by
day by day,
never to hear what she has to say.