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zoe nichols Jan 2016
You may of treat me like a princess
But really you kept me prisoner
Away from the loved ones you knew saw through you
The ones who would of healled the bruises you left
Instead you hide me from the real life for yourself
Until the day i saw light
Saw the truth
And showed you the door
With one last bruise you give me
I realise i am better
Releasing myself into the world
Saying hello without looking over my shoulder
Thats the life i lived
Now im free and myself

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