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Sweet Julliett,

You protested in school,

You kissed the boys who you knew

Your father would hate,

You loved whatever was bad for you

Waiting by the phone,

Waiting by that white gate

You would always be home too late.

16 years old with a fake I.D

You dreamed of musicians that you would meet,

And you starved yourself, to feel wieghtless as a feather

You were fragile and gentle

And moved like a ballerina,

Your temper was as red as your hair

You laughed so loud, we could barley hear

And your mother told you to sell your dreams

And so you became a secretary

Hoping to meet a man who was boring and stable

Just to keep your family happy

And food on the table,

You ran away to London,

Fell in love with a parasite,

You fell pregnant to a criminal ,

But your heart, still shines,

So bright. So alive

Sweet Julliet.