You know my name, you have called it before. Do you know what I have done, or have you heard from others?
Yet, you do not know my story. I wish I was not defined by the things I regret I have done.
Yet, you do not know how I ended up there.
You see me as a woman smiling but, you do not know the soul that is inside. You may know my name, I know you called it before. Maybe you heard what I have done; yet, you do not know the road on which I journey.
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