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I'm only just thirteen.
A Hollywood queen supreme.
Started from the day born.
On stage all day long.
Lollypops for great pay.
Beers the next day.
The queen of the set was me.
My parents thought much more.
Where is our child whore.
Setting an image to prostitute that thing.
Rich at the bank-and no thanks.
Old and worn out at thirteen.
Our daughter ended her throne reign.
Tears of shattered images before her eyes.
Used like soap that can not wash away the suds.
Into the bathroom she went and locked the key.
The paper said, she was now free. |