A young girl gets up looking at her eye Seeing something unusual thats seen with the human eye. She remembers every night that man usta say. She thinks of his fist going in her way. She sits at the corner crying in her sleep Not a pretty picture for a girl to keep. Her thoughts are all together, thinking of excuses to be heard. In her mind it all sums up to just words. She tells she fell down the stairs. She told something fell...But everyone knew just as well. The night when he left to go get drunk. She grabbed her bags and left the punk. She wasn't going to take it anymore And her bravery last. All those excuses were all buried in the past. Now, she is happy with herself. He descion is all her wealth. She feels that she did the right thing. Her friends understood everthing.Birth sign: Not entered
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