Golden Child
By welsh_mosher
Tue, 28 Sep 2004
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Alone on the streets she wonders why,
Why did it all have to change?
She was happy content,
Had family and friends
And happy to be still alive.
Blonde hair and tanned skin filthy and blotchy,
Everything changed for the worst.
Alone, unhappy and ill.
Abandoned by family,
Friends the winos from the gutter.
Selling her body to afford to eat,
She cries herself to sleep.
Everyone asks for her,
For she has become good,
And now everyone wants the Golden Child.
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