She smiles
with all that she has left,
yet tears are left
un-dried.
And though she's got so much to
say,
she bottles it up inside.
If you look past her broken eyes,
to a shadow no one sees,
a disguise so you won't
recognize,
the girl is really me..
She smiles with all that she has left, yet tears are left un-dried.
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Sep 23, 2012 11:07pm
BriannaMcCoun · 1 decade ago
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NMQ!