She didn’t want diamonds—just her dad’s eyes.
But his love was lost in fire and lies.
Raised by a mother who broke, but stayed,
While the stepmother hit and love decayed.
She hid in closets to feel safe,
Surviving storms, silence, and hate.
One birthday broke her—she ran, she cried,
But behind the wheel, she finally replied.
Blamed. Locked up. Left in the...
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