We were too young to know,
the hidden bruises weren't ment to be,
when your little eyes only see the good in life,
how were you supposed to know the wrong they did you, was it your own doing, or were you ment to be an object.
💙❤️💙❤️💙❤️💙❤️💙❤️💙❤️💙❤️💙Of course you weren't little one, do not fret, you'll make it, to cherish yourself will be enough, you'll rise and karma will become of those you hurt, when the time comes introduce your happiness to others who feel alone.
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