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The hardened heart
She cant do your hair today, why? Cuz i said so. Reality, a bruh who do ya hair? My girl. How much she a charge me? About 15. Ight bet.
My childhood is gone,  Snatched away before the hands of time deemed it to be, I sit all alone in that crowd, Slumped in a corner, Blade to my wrist, Wondering why I exist as anything other than a play toy,
you always said you loved me.  I was never sure how true it was. You yelled and called me names, and I never told you how much it hurt. You said' you'd take care of me, but how can you really watch me,
Shes blind She walks around thinking they are really her friends Thinking that he truly loves her She is deaf Hearing only what she wants The rumors are nothing but a lie
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