Friday, March 18, 2016

And she silenced me
She told me I liked it
He said I wanted it
He said what’s a nice girl like you in this business for?
Get out before you change for good. 
You're too good,
 too beautiful, 
Get out before you become like them-
But I had been born tired, 
old soul, 
carrying the grief for her and protected her in the beatings.

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