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She has a heavy bag,
That she couldn't replace,
Full of insults,
From her friends.

She has a hard brick,
That she couldn't lift,
Full of betrayals,
From her boyfriend.

She has a mask,
That she's ashamed of,
Full of bruises,
From her father.

She has a swimming pool,
That she couldn't swim at,
Full of saltiness,
From her tears.

She creates a tiny world,
That she hopes to live in,
Full of darkness,
From her silence.

Nobody knows,
The bag is her heart,
A bleeding heart,
Nobody knows,
The brick is her faith,
Walking on a broken glass.

Nobody knows,
The mask is her face,
Beaten by her father,
Nobody knows,
The swimming pool is her tears,
She sheds under her pillow.

And nobody told her,
The pity girl
That she deserves a life too
Just like everyone else does.

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