Part 7

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Constantly cast to the side

This life I cannot abide

In no one can I confide

So often used, 

Always abused

My life disused

Wanting to escape, to run away

Slowly fading away, as I swear: "They'll pay!"

But it's too late, for in my body, my soul refused to stay

All that was left of me, was a broken heart

A tortured girl, torn apart

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