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More to me then there seems

I was Young

I was Free

There is more to me than what you see

A young girl who is afraid of her dreams

As her demons never leave .

Crying at night staring in to the moonlight

wondering if things are ever going to be alright

 

He's taking my pride

The girl that once thrived is now dead inside

because of what he did that night

Putting his hands round my throat so tigh...

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