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You misunderstand me That's the tea. It was not my fault It was the assault. Now I'm the target.  My legacy is tarnished  
Attacked on the steps of my own church,  I sought the guidance of god. She granted me protection,  A shield turned weapon, to turn the head of any attacker,
A heart of stone beats another day. Cold eyes that often freeze those in their tracks scan across a room of people who do everythign but that.
Once unsoiled, now usedFear causes suffocation from the abuse. How many times can it replay? “Your disgusting… filthy… dirty… It’s your fault.You can’t tell anybody.” You’re not so beautiful anymore,Never had much of chance,You don’t even wish to
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