Born in a little town. Nuthing but a few red lights and a load of stop signs. Took one hour to get to a big city. And two to get to an even bigger city. Moved a lot. Staied in two states though. How could some one love me? The tendency to lie bout some things. Killing me slowly. Crying every night. Dono why sometimes. In love but is it all love? Dirt roads, fourwheelers, mud holes, and dumebuggies. Where I grew up. Bon fires and loads of drinking. No one from there would think that I would end up like this. A little blonde picktailed girl from a little happy town like that. So lost and confused this body of mine is. So tired of all this shit. Cant tell any one. They'd judge me. Hold a gruge against me. Cus i've lied. And I dono what to do. So im gonna keep on cring. From here on out. Till I can figure out. How to let it all go.
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Birth sign: Taurus
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