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She'll survive

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slipcast-chrysalism

Published: Aug 1, 2011

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She hides her pain like nothing is wrong
She wipes her tears to make herself strong
But its no use at all.
Everyone thinks she's happy
Everyone thinks she is perfectly fine.
But what they know is
the pain she feels
the tears she has cried
the cuts on her wrist
they don't know is that
under her cover there is more torture then pleasure
and just past her lips there is more anger than laughter
she pretends to be happy
cause she knows
she'll survive

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nvpct05

Apr 10, 2012

reminds me of high skool. there was a time when i was angry all the time and sad too. not cuz i was bullied or anythin like that. i had on a fake smile a lot of the time n no one saw past it unless i talked to someone about it

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