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The Story of “She”

Being brave, she forgets what fears are for
Being kind, she forgets how to be happy 
Always trying, always pretending, she forgets how to even express herself anymore.
All her life, all the smiles, it’s because people want her to
She dresses the way she does because people told her it fits her
She wears the make-up she does because people say it makes her pretty
She wonders when she will be able to let it all go and be herself
Maybe never, maybe it’s just the way it is
One day, soon she hopes, it will all be over
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