Ronda Ross Biography

My heart is broken, my body mangled, torn, and raped.
My body is beaten, broken, forgotten.
My eyes turned upwards, towards an empty sky.
My hands reached out for nothing.
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What do I see, when I look at me
So many things I aspire to be

I can only be me, this is only fair
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It's the way you look into my eyes.
It's how hard it is to say goodbyes.
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