I don't know
But I want to know
So many things now
It has been a long time coming
The sheltered little girl
Looks at what she has been missing
Reaches out to touch
Only to be denied again
Her hand smacked away
Only the good
In the light
Shield thine eyes
From the darkness
They don't want her to know this
Exist
But the little girl is almost
A woman
Who knows
You have to see both
To distinguish
One from
The other
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