The laughter of three little girls replays in my head,
I remember them dreaming, of what would lie ahead.
A journey of sisterhood, to mold their love for each other.
But unfortunately, time ruled on
And from each other, they had all withdrawn.
Vexation, displeasure, and envy possessed their brains,
Making each of them equally insane.
Forcing them to stab each other’s souls.
Just to reach their life long goals.
They killed whatever hope I had for mankind,
And made me realize, that kids are just temporarily blind;
From their very own reflection upon the mirror.
Drastically changing once their inner monster sees clearer.
The laughter of three little girls replays in my head,
Whose voice are like knives, that have made me bled.
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