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They thought her heart was made of stone
She always aimed for higher
She was born in a burning home
Thinking the world was on fire

She tried to cancel out her bad
By ignoring what was taught
The things inherited from dad
Were the ones she never brought

Making sure things won't worsen
As she grew and got stronger
Now, she aims to be the person
She needed when she was younger

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