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Once upon a time I believed In a girl who had the allure That was unattainable Her form was pristine Her back was a stick Her eyes were like diamonds Too pricey to trick But the world crashed upon Her, a collar was strapped To the ways of this planet Without even a glance back Parents... a lie Friends... a myth Her secrets have closen Her deep from within No guy perhaps could save her still there was nothing keeping her here Her ways, her sway, her swagger walk Took step by step until she stopped At her own level of gaze and stayed Watching and waiting for him to go away He left, her alone, she eyed him still For what can he do, is he in God’s will?
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Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 4:51 AM UTC
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Once upon a time I believed In a girl who had the allure That was unattainable Her form was pristine Her back was a stick Her eyes were like diamonds Too pricey to trick But the world crashed upon Her, a collar was strapped To the ways of this planet Without even a glance back Parents... a lie Friends... a myth Her secrets have closen Her deep from within No guy perhaps could save her still there was nothing keeping her here Her ways, her sway, her swagger walk Took step by step until she stopped At her own level of gaze and stayed Watching and waiting for him to go away He left, her alone, she eyed him still For what can he do, is he in God’s will?
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Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 4:51 AM UTC
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