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Thrive Anyway

Of Hope

(a howl-esque)

Caution:  Triggers

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I see a little girl ravaged by a father’s beer-stinking idea of what love is while his second or third wife beats her for her promiscuity; such a little vamp at the age of five. 

I see her mother pretend that her perfect little girl in the matching coat, shoes and hat is happy, so shut up with those dirty tales from your overactive Sarah-Bernhardt imagination, just stop and let me have my weekends and summers away from a child. 

I see a child look at her and think, “I used to be a child.”

I see her thrive, anyway.

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