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Sold to the highest bidder
Go home to feed her own
But always bitter
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Hatred building deep inside
Try to hide
Pretend it's all a great ride
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Up en down they climb
Pump en pump as if she's a bike
Left en right she faces
Dazes in and out cause she is high?
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Prays to God to let her die
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem