With a head full of anger, a heart filled with rage,                                  
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she ran away from home at an early age,                                                
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she headed to Hollywood to take the center stage,                                      
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a predictable ending before the last page                                                    
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She spent all her money on a ticket there,                                                  
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she didn't make plans, she didn't care                                                             ­ 
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Just the kind of person ripe for abuse,                                                           ­     
                                                           ­                                                                 ­ vulnerable, scared & very confused                                                         ­                                           
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He bought her dinner, she sold her soul,                                                            ­                  
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she dressed the part & played the role                                                          
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Now she walks the track, every night of the week,                                                            ­  
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does as she's told, listens when he speaks                                                
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 She longs for the life she used to have,                                                        
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misses her mom, misses her dad                                                              ­                                                                
The drugs he gives her, numbs the pain                                                             ­                           
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from when he beats her, calls her names                                                    
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The stories she could tell you, things she's seen                                          
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make her look much older than seventeen