So tough on the outside, last one to cry With those feelings she hides. One glance at her and you wouldn't know what it's like to feel so low she's been counting the days when she can finally let go let go of everything inside let go and cry she's just a little girl with a pretty face and a luscious body that makes men wannna commit adultery but she doesn't care about them they don't love her they only want to use her cause she's a product of an alcholic mother and a prison bound father She's better than them she's tougher she had no choice growing up alone on the streets she found out the hard way that guys will say anything just to get in that special place even say I love you of course they never mean it once their dicks are satisified they just put on their jeans and walk on by she doesn't really care all that much its a part of who she is a girl that's tough its her image even though the inside is soft waiting and praying for that loving touch waiting for someone to show her some love but for now she'll remain hard core street tough just to survive even if it is only on the outsideBirth sign: Aries
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