"...As she was sobbing uncontrollably and just being ignored, she had a pencil which she kept turning over and over as she sobbed."
"...She is tied to the bed. I was told the caregivers have no patience for her."
Oh sweet one how my heart breaks for you.
These small sentences speak volumes.
... ripping my heart to pieces, I don't understand.
You are so small, and sweet...
but yet locked in a crib, that's more like a cage.
eleven years old...and you've never been wanted by anyone.
You carry more painful memories, and horrifying scars then I could fathom.
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