I cant run away from it
I won't run away from it
No matter how deep the shit
I swear that I'll never quit
I'll be here til the end of it
Skin that is bruising
Scars I'm not loosing
A time in my life where all I've seen abusing
Whip me, break me, beat me until I'm oozing
I'll still get up
Its my life your not choosing.
I make the choice to stay and endure
I make the choice because she is so pure
I'll take...
Saturday 12th August 2017 6:52 am
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