You dont really know her 
you dont know anything 
not a thought that sans her brain 
not the reason she screams in vain or, 
why she carvs depression art into the black canvas
called her arms 
you dont know the memories that cross her mind
dont say you know her if you dont know what
happens behind the fake smile 



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