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Can she give in
What will be then
The weight digs deep
Who will she meet

A terror of kind
Envelopes the mind
Too many curious eyes
Will they open the lies

These irrational thoughts
In their web, she is caught
Crashing down on herself
Of the empty, she has felt

To one she can look
But sadly mistook
A friend who was foe
Left alone to know

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