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Each day she finds it harder
To put a smile on
Each day it takes her longer
To get ready in the morn
Day blends with night,
She hides in fright
Of being hurt again
When the world creeps in
And your walls come down
Don’t let the darkness in
No smiles fade to frowns
Keep your heart strong, girl
Let words drift right through
No one can make you feel inferior
If you don’t want them to
Smiling for the camera
Crying in her pillow
Her pain that defines her
A beautiful weeping willow
She hides her cuts
They write their smut
No one can protect her
Today she decides, she won’t let them win
She gets up, powers on, she logs in
Deletes the sites, fights her fights
Relief for but a night
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