In a world so cold,

she still has no one to hold.

She was so alone,

And had no one when she would moan.

It was so sad,

Knowing that even when she went mad,

No one would be there,

To rub her hair.

And tell her it was going to be okay,

Not because everything would go her way,

But because she was strong,

And was able to accept that things could go wrong.

She was so bold,

And ended up needing not a single hand to hold.

She walked with her head held high,

As soon as she realised she didn't need a guy.

She survived being alone,

And now that she is finally grown.

She trusts not a single soul,

And is better off riding solo.

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This part is dedicated to Touch103