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Her eyes tell a story if you look close enough Her shoulders are rounded from a life that's been tough Her days carry on with no hope in sight The same old song repeated each night The angst of longing for the one that won't love back Her heart is heavy and her days are black But yet she keeps on hoping for him to see the light To learn how to give himself and make everything alright. She needs him to be with her while the chips are down He can't seem to understand why she needs him around She screams for help but no one hears her call The one she needs the most won't listen at all No understanding that this sadness she can't help. There's no way out for her. Her life is a living Hell.

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