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Tears streak her face,
She wonders what she did,
Something happened,
Then it was gone without a trace
She blamed herself
She hated this feeling,
All of this pain,
Broke through her ceiling
She kept it quiet,
Kept it hushed,
This only leaving her,
Unbelievably crushed
Tears streak her face,
She wonders what she did,
Something happened,
Then it was gone without a trace
She blamed herself
She hated this feeling,
All of this pain,
Broke through her ceiling
She kept it quiet,
Kept it hushed,
This only leaving her,
Unbelievably crushed
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