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She wore it on her sleeve.

It got to heavy to carry around her neck. It was there for the world too see. They miss used it

They abused it and she let them. This is love? It's great to viewed but she wanted to be seen.. If only she could open it then they would see the photo of the hurt little girl hiding from

Everything they did to me.

She wore it on her sleeve.

Even though she could've hid it from the world and no one would faulted her for doing so. She did her best to keep it clean, keep it shiny and beautiful. She shared it with the wrong people and then it happened at 17 she lost the key oh no its gone she thought no it must be here somewhere too late it was gone. YOU'RE idiot they yelled, how could you be so careless, things will never be the same!! The darkness set in, it's over now you'll never be able to unlock it.

She wore it on her sleeve.

In the hopes someone would see it. Broken and shattered to many times and each time it got harder to put back together. Some days she thought was there even a point anymore.  She always tired to find the key that would unlock it. Many came, some tried to forced it, others tried to pick it and still it would not open.

She let so many keys slide in and try though they seem to fit none could ever open it. You're a fool you didn't lose it. You gave it away. That's why you'll never find it. Stop lying to yourself. We all know it!

She wore it on her sleeve.

Won't someone help me find the key? It's a faulty locket. They proclaimed it worthless now they laughed. So many have tried even a locksmith, and he couldn't get it open! No, that can't be! I need to find the master key. Won't someone please help me unlock it? There's good inside, I promise. Won't you try and see the love inside its enough for you and me.. Por favor te lo supplier I didn't mean to lose it, that's not how it's supposed to be, this can't be happening to me, how could I have lost it stupid fucking me.

She wore it on her sleeve. As the years passed, it got worn out,  used, mistreated, and still no key. Why couldn't anyone unlock it? "is it me?" It can't be! It's no longer just about me. She's counting on me for my daughter's sake. I have to find the key. I asked my family, but they tell me to forget it, it's lost they say, move on you'll never find it just let it be. Get over it; it's gone, you don't deserve it Supéralo babosa is what they say. It wasn't my fault he said he would stay and help look after it would take care of it, would protect it. What has happened to me!

She wore it on her sleeve.

I am tired of selling it. But always came up short. It was never enough. She tried lying and said, "huh, I don't need that damn key. It will just be me who cares about the good; no one cares for me. I'll use it as I want. It's mine; I haven't tried the internet; I'll post it there, thousands of views, hundreds of shares, so many likes, so many stares; it's my turn to have fun. Who cares! No one loves me anyway. I've tried so hard to be good, but to no avail! I see the disappointment. I hear the stupid comments; I can smell the betrayal! Little do they know it's locked forever. Say what you want, feel how you feel it was broken long ago.

She wore it on her sleeve.

Because the last time it was in her chest someone stole, someone broke it and left it empty. She tattooed it on the skin to remember what it felt like. But it Never was the same, at least now she could see i,t, and it would forever stay right there on her forearm; who cares what they have to say. They never loved me anyway. I know I lost the key, but I'll let whoever I want to think they can unlock it along, knowing it's my revenge because of how they treated me.

She wore it on her sleeve.

But now she can't remember why. The world so different; I thought he would have found me by now,  loved me by now, saved me by now. It's just not fair to me! When will I get a break from this reality? I guess it has to be up to me. It's always just been up to me. Now I want so badly to lock it in my chest, but now I can't get it off my sleeve. How did it even get here? Won't someone help me? Papa? Mama? Hermana? Hija? Estoy tan sola, I didn't mean to lose the key... I didn't mean to lose myself