Written by Sophie Jayne Whitrick
I was a woman before my time
Now I’m just a girl with a rhyme
It hurts in my head
The voices wish me dead
Question is it better to live?
To the world, what do I give?
I am a burden, a worthless soul.
Once a dreamer with unreachable goals.
Now those dreams just echoes
Who knows how this story goes?
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