It was the last thing she wanted to hear
She had this fear it was crystal clear
It felt like a pistol through her body
It was from her daddy sadly she ran That man was no superman
She can still see him when she closes her eyes
Her love for him dies she cries till there's no tears left
Was it a test? She needs a bulletproof vest
This pain was no joke you broke her
She whispers for help
She wore her pain like war paint
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what a story.
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