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At such a young age I didn't know what to do.
One sec we're happy, and the next they're sending me back. I didn't know much what to do. The only thing they told me was we needed a new start, but I didn't expect that it has to be like this.
At the age of 11, I was forced to grow up.
At the age of 11, I was supposed to fend myself.
At the age of 11, I needed to be someone who should know how to survive in the world they never knew.
At the age of 11, I lost myself.
And at the age of 20, I don't know the real me.
And now I don't even know how to ask for help for I was-and still am- fighting for my own.
One sec we're happy, and the next they're sending me back. I didn't know much what to do. The only thing they told me was we needed a new start, but I didn't expect that it has to be like this.
At the age of 11, I was forced to grow up.
At the age of 11, I was supposed to fend myself.
At the age of 11, I needed to be someone who should know how to survive in the world they never knew.
At the age of 11, I lost myself.
And at the age of 20, I don't know the real me.
And now I don't even know how to ask for help for I was-and still am- fighting for my own.
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