POEMS FROM A BROKEN SOUL
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WHEN YOU ARE A GIRL IS LIKE YOU FIGHT DOUBLE OF EVERY EVIL IN THE WORLD. AND AS YOU BECOME A WOMAN OH YOU THINK EVERYTHING WILL CHANGE BUT NO YOU HAVE TO FIGHT THE DEVIL HIMSELF. ITS ONLY WHEN YOU ARE ABLE TO OPEN UP TO GOD THAT YOU FIND SAFETY AT LAST!
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