They call her many names...but to me she is Missunderstood...still recovering from trauma in her childhood...drug use in her home her mother did what she could...daddy didn't know the meaning of fatherhood...raised on unstable foundations...she still..stood...Missunderstood...especially to those who couldn't stand or never stood...on dead end streets to make ends meet...for her families livelihood...But shes Missunderstood...she never wanted material things... or dreams of Hollywood...youll probably never understand..Missunderstood..with so many options...questioning why she would...or how she could...lower her standards of womanhood...and thats okay but dont stand over her...dont judge her...try to understand...maybe lend a hand or ear...to hear Missunderstood...
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Missunderstood(Broken Crowns Are Made to Be Fixed)
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