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Aug 2015
Go to bed little child your days have come
To be the adult you’ve wanted to be since you were young
Didn’t mama tell you that your hair is a mess?
Maybe that it why she never got you that dress
Anyways young child please go home
You need to sleep. Your days have come.
This young girl rebelled so much. She wanted to leave her house because she felt alone. When it was time for her to go out on her own nobody wanted to help her so she became very sad and tried to be a family again, but it was too late
your girl b
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your girl b  NYC
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