She cried at night when no one can see her.
She hides her wrist from battle scars that make her who she is.
No one knows who this girl is.
No one knows her pain, her happiness, her love...
Boys look at her like an object.
Girks look at her like she's nothing.
She's Nothing...
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All That I Can Think About
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