It Ain't Yours To Throw Away

It Ain't Yours To Throw Away

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Bella grew up when she was very young. She grew up to survive. She hadn't made room in her life for dreams or love or herself. Bella is older now and she recounts how she got to where she is now and maybe by going down memory lane she'll discover where she will go next. . . What if you're just a vessel And God gave you something special It ain't yours to throw away It ain't yours to throw away Every time you open up your mouth Diamonds come rolling out It ain't yours to throw away || It Ain't Yours To Throw Away (feat. Sam Palladio & Clare Bowen) --- Not edited. I will edit when the book is finished.

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