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She started out strong knowing right from wrong

Good morals, virtuous heart

Couldn't wait for her life to start

But influences came and turned life around

She started to see new things and hear a buzzing sound

Drugs took over and her life flipped

Liquor became the only thing she sipped

Depression came and she found herself on a street

Not knowing where she was and without food to eat

She was losing so much, she even started to lose her sense of touch

The thought of her daughter alone and young, was like a bitter lemon on her tongue

She tried to pick her life back up, but selfishness had already swallowed her up

So she got worse day by day, forgetting what it was like to bow her head to pray

On a freezing night she lay alone in the street, took over by defeat

Forever she would wonder a loner, and to think she started as a harmless stoner

 

 

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