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They don’t believe in her,
They never believed in her.
She throws back her head and laughs,
She doesn’t need them.
To them she is a disappointment,
A burden,
A pain.
They try to shape her life,
To bend her will.
To them all she is is a tool.
But now she is free,
Free to do what she wants.
Free to be herself.
No more torture,
No more waiting!
She is free!
And now,
All they are is a bad memory.
- by Tigerlily1717 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 10/25/2008 |
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