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Aug 2016
The scars were her stories,
And you mocked them,

Her head was full of tears,
And they thought it was empty,

The footsteps were hers,
Even if they were dragged,

Her trail kept going on,
It's mark trampled by other feet,

Her mind was filled with worries,
And they just added to the fear.
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Lost Poet  I don't even know anymore
(I don't even know anymore)   
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