Surface

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Broken....
Betrayed....
Beaten....
Battered...
Underneath the surface lies a heart of pure gold thought to be a toy to society's cruel hands.
Underneath the surface lies a soul as loud as lions... not letting it's voice be tamed.
Underneath the surface not just organs and bones... but underneath the surface a person altogether.

Toni.D

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