Disgrace

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A pretty girl with a pretty face,

Pretty hair hangs just in place.

No one sees the tears racing down;

No one sees her sigh and frown.

Wishing, wanting, everyday

For all the pain to go away.

She's been this way for many years;

Hiding, running, from her fears.

Tired, sad, lonely look on her face

Always thinking she's a disgrace.

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