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Little Girl by eowyntje, literature
Literature
Little Girl
My little girl is leaving,
With a suitcase in her hand,
To a world that she calls grown up,
To a cold and bitter land
And I wish that I could keep her,
From growing up so fast,
But the home I build around her,
Was never made to last.
My little girl.
I wish I could protect you,
From the things they're gonna do,
When they find out all the weaknesses,
That I love about you.
I wish that I could shield you,
From the coldness of their eyes,
As they judge you with one look,
And punish you with many lies.
I wish that I could hold you,
Forever in
