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The victim she wasn't, was called

Untill she followed their every path 

The terror she wasn't. was called 

Untill she hung on their Tracy map 

The altered she wasn't, was called 

Untill she embedded their every tack 

The random she wasn't, was called 

Untill her steps farward went back 

The weaker she wasn't, was called 

Untill her thoughts went wrong 

The deeper she wasn't, was called 

Untill she learnt to be strong 

The darker she wasn't, was called 

Untill she ruined their path 

The danger she wasn't, was called 

Untill she stood on her behalf 

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Faiza Baloch

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