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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Feb 24, 2012 12:24am
