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He changed her life for the better..

For before he was here; she was careless and such; there was not even one person; that made her care much.

She was beaten and bruised; but it was scars embedded within; looking from the outside; all you could see is pretty brown skin. 

She had dimples and such; and a perfect little body; but since someone had touched her; she so wrongfully despised it. 

So you see; when you have no idea who you are; the wrong whisper can make you feel so afar.

It'll make you feel ugly, unworthy and cheap. It made it her do things; cause that's what she thought that she'd be. 

From very little she heard; that she wouldn't be shit; she was a hore; but didn't even have tits.

So when it all happened; she believed it as true; as when she told her mother; they beat her like she was cruel. 

And when someone else; tried to touch her right after; instead of fighting back; she gave them what they were after. 

She had learned to please men; and do what she was told; but in the back of her mind; she despised their whole mold. 

She was a pretty little mess; who couldn't think for herself; she believed everything everyone said; until she looked inside herself. 

She got pregnant at 16; in an effort to escape. I thank God for the exit door; to a world I couldn't take.