I Remember.
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This is the story of a girl.
The perfect, blonde haired, blue eyed girl.
One with love in her heart and bruises on her skin,
And responsibilities on her shoulders.
This is the her story.
A story of pain,
A story of love,
A story of belonging,
Or wanting to belong.
This is her story.
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