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She cries , but oh how many lies have she told She mourns the sorrow of every time shes been alone It hurts the pain from not having one to hold Yet She conquers over every obstacle that comes in her path She strives to do better because she's made it at last She hopes that whoever she sees will see her change And if not She's successful and helpful but if she offers and you don't accept Who is she to blame...
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