Every time she was torn up like a useless cloth.
She stitched herself with the thread of hope!

Her wounded soul was difficult to keep her up like a new.
She cleaned herself up every morning with a needle to sew!

Touched & damaged by every hand she passes through.
Wondered how she managed to keep herself smiling thou!

Desired and wanted by every man she met.
She stood alone like a moon up in the sky set!
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