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Mar 2020
She was just the girl with the loudest laugh in the room. Go ahead and help her escape, that was her weakness.
When it comes to small talk, she hasn't much to say. Simple and sweet, she'll mind her manners.
Hard working and benevolent, she just wanted to make a difference.
She was just the girl with a kindly head on her shoulders.
No one would question. The front she put up was built of bricks. The nightmares trapped inside could only be in her head. For the truths cannot exist when the tales are never spoken. That's the secret to scars. If no one sees the cracks, they'll never know she's broken.
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