There’s a story I’m dying to tell
About a girl I knew, and how she saw hell
There’s light of pleasure to everything she sees
But, her tears blind her with dark, awful memories
I noticed, when no one else could
I desired to announce, but never would
Instead, I allowed her sorrow grow
That was a mistake, I already know
She fooled them with false smiles,
Hid scars measured in miles
Her lies covered her like smoke
No one saw the pain that awoke
For awhile, these secrets were held in
Now she’s gone, but not forgotten
This memory never once fell
Because, she was my past self
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