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she feigns to be strong,
yet her heart dashes to pieces a little more each day.
She feels like an empty soda can,
used and thrashed away in the bin.
she's insecure–a hurricane of thoughts sprinting inside of her.
But through it all, you won't catch her slip.

raitingsbyme

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