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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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