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Her eyes tell a story
Of anger and pain,
You think she is happy
But just look again.

Hidden under her clothes
Are the scars of her past,
A roadmap to places
She finds herself at last.

The tears rushing down
As she tries to lift her chin,
Her heart at a shatter
This fight, she won’t win.

Her smile is now painted
A master of disguise,
And you can see it all
Just look into her eyes.

— The End —