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Dec 2018
Her smile's fake but no one knows, and the ones that know, she knows don't care. she cries herself to sleep each night, she wants to talk and make things right. but she's to scared to talk cause every time she tries they walk, and they wonder why she wants to be dead then lie down and die in her bed.
Written by
jamie-lea harris
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