โ๏ฝก ๏พโ๏ธ๏ฝก โ๏ฝก ๏พโพ ๏พ๏ฝก โ
I wrote a song, a journal, gave it to the worldTold the story of when I was just a girlI sought understanding clarity in truthBy baring all the wounds inflicted on my youthYou criticized my choice…
good ๐ต song
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