The torn dress, the uttered look of disgust is what she is wearing.
Her messed up hair, and scratches on her body, keeps her fearing.
She will run as fast as she could go, to be as far as she can be.
Nothing sounds better in her mind then to be free.
Where she was held captive, its a place hard to get out of.
Its dark, scary, and definatley theres no feelings of love.
Your cold, you feel dirty, all you want is to get out.
But being held captive, your mind is all over the place, no doubt.
You have this big plan up you sleeve, your just waiting for the right time.
You cannot wait to leave, your stuck in the middle of a crime.
Some day you will make your escape, some day you will run far from this place.
With all these bruises, cuts, and scrapes, on your face.
You will some day make your escape.
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