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The edges of the rose-colored silk and satin sheets were tattered with loveless words. The ones Charlotte's mother would yell at her when she wouldn't behave as “a young lady of her social standing” should. Yes, Charlotte's family was wealthy as ever. They passed the beggars by every day hardly ever offering them a penny. Today, she was in great trouble for wandering off with a homeless boy at the park. But Charlotte only hoped to help the boy. He told her he hadn't had a substantial meal in days. She didn't wish to dine with her family tonight, so she ran upstairs and hid away in her mother's bedroom. She wondered if her family h

Remember when we we scarred and alone? Pretty marks on our skin Pretty tears on our heartstrings More pain would quiet the noise Remember when we used to battle it all alone? Nothing taken for granted Hope was all we had inside A smile was our vice to go on through Remember when we were small and frail? Didn't know if we could go on Looking for that happy ending Searching for that hand to lift us up But the hand was never kind The hand dealt out judgement and pity I am a flower like the rest I was a bird with clipped wings The dove that no one wanted to understand So here, they say, spread your wings Fly into the black fog