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Fierce
Laying inside
A broken shell
Is a little girl
Born in hell
She rises up
And spreads her wings
Soars into the sky
To fulfill her dreams
She is known as Fierce
For she is designed to kill
She won't stop
Even if you beg for mercy at her will
A broken shell
Is a little girl
Born in hell
She rises up
And spreads her wings
Soars into the sky
To fulfill her dreams
She is known as Fierce
For she is designed to kill
She won't stop
Even if you beg for mercy at her will
Published 14th Aug 2011
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27th Aug 2011 11:21pm
I relate to that broken doll. Being broken many times myself. Sometimes life slaps you and you cant even make lemonades...
