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A wild child, a rebel indeed. My father's warnings, I did not believe. Out of control, a problematic soul. My innocence, the devil stole. Nothing but trouble. They should have put me in a bubble. Both evil and good, it's like I had a double. Running fast down the wrong path. There was no way to get out alive, no way to be unscathed. Something happened, an epiphany. I was no longer being viewed as a young woman of infamy. A change of heart, a change of mind. I left my wicked ways behind.
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Nov 5, 2018
Nov 5, 2018 at 5:49 PM UTC
Rebellion
A wild child, a rebel indeed. My father's warnings, I did not believe. Out of control, a problematic soul. My innocence, the devil stole. Nothing but trouble. They should have put me in a bubble. Both evil and good, it's like I had a double. Running fast down the wrong path. There was no way to get out alive, no way to be unscathed. Something happened, an epiphany. I was no longer being viewed as a young woman of infamy. A change of heart, a change of mind. I left my wicked ways behind.
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Nov 5, 2018
Nov 5, 2018 at 5:49 PM UTC
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