Sweet deceased, far too young.
A life, a story, a death unsung.
You entered this world, and by sheer ruthless fate,
Were placed with those whose cruelty neer did abate.
You were abused and neglected,
Viciously treated, love rejected.
Bloodied, broken, tattered, and torn,
Your sad story told only by many scars worn.
One shattering moment; one precious life lost.
Without any dignity, your body was tossed.
Left there alone, forever to be forgotten,
Like a piece of trash, unwanted and rotten.
There you laid, your final fate sealed.
Swallowed by darkness; no choice but to yield.
No worth and no love. No kind words goodbye.
Just concrete and blackness, and the winds mournful sigh.
But then you were found, and despite your foul state,
You were lifted up gently, hands and voices sedate.
You were stroked tenderly, dear one, and given a name.
A soft resting place was dug for your torn body to claim.
Sad words were spoken, full of mournful regret
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