She is

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Her guarded eyes,
Her walls so tall.
Her smile full of lies,
Her mask never falls.

They will never know,
Where her true thoughts lie.
Her face never shows
That she is in the darkness
With no light,

No illumination,
No salvation,
No sunshine,
That she is never fine.

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