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Nov 2018
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.
Kayla Martindale
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Kayla Martindale  30/F
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