More to me then there seems
I was Young
I was Free
There is more to me than what you see
A young girl who is afraid of her dreams
As her demons never leave .
Crying at night staring in to the moonlight
wondering if things are ever going to be alright
He's taking my pride
The girl that once thrived is now dead inside
because of what he did that night
Putting his hands round my throat so tigh...
Friday 18th May 2018 7:54 pm
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