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Teeth came in, screaming came out As a child finding my voice came with fees Every chance I got to fight I would shout My mother made me get down on my knees  
Your love is like a flower it blooms my heart Your love is like a drug that I can't resist When I see your beautiful face I know me and you are not a mistake
Flawless; no. Passionate; yes.
I draw back the curtains and stare into the light The sun hits my face with blinding intensity This is my life I pull clothes over my naked body, hiding my shame Cuts and bruises decorate my pale skin
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