Rumors hurt sometimes
Many eyes, waiting and watching.
Many lies, spreading without stopping.
So many disguises, how else would she hide it.
So many a times she crys, that the salt on her skin begins to betray her disguise.
No longer was she fine.
But its ok now, it only took time.
Thus she learned the only real crime,
Was letting those nasty rumors waste her time.
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