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Her


She always hides from the world Deep emotions inside of her Keep flooding down her ashen cheeks All of them which fail to notice Her broken heart, her broken self Master of disguise because she is All of them will never see Chains of insercurities that never let her free A little fragile girl she is All of them saw her as an empty shore She refuses to let out the ocean of emotions Survivor of whose storm she is All of them who consider her dull Her dreams are oh so colourful Artist of her own world she is All of them ignore her mostly She wishes to be alone not lonely Oh how cursed she is Body calm yet mind tangled The eyes which once sparkled hope Now bleed the salt of her soul
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