my past was not good a good girl badly misunderstood I lived a life of great pain most of my days I am ashamed lost a man I knew as my dad I forgave him on his deathbed I thought it would fix me and set me free but instead I had answers not answered at all now he is dead who do I call I must be strong and moving to my life so I may be happy in Liverpool life so I put up a wall I put up a fight mostly when I'm not treated right
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