Knowing asks me if I ever want to come back here. I say I do not want to know. If I do I want to be a kid who gets to play. I want a mom and a dad who love each other and let me be me, play on swings and do fun things. I’ll have a name like Isabella, and I’ll have rainbow colored hair and purple eyes.

And no one will ever make cry.

I’ll swing upside down with braids in my hair.

And no one will ever touch me down there. Because I will have a mom and dad to protect me.

I will sing and sing. I’ll be on stages and play a guitar, even do art.

But I don’t know if I want to come back here ever again.


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