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When I close my eyes I see her, when I let the pain inside of me slip through the cracks I can feel myself breaking. That's when I hear her screaming, I hide her with a smile  or a nonchalant shrug. She's who I used to be, but she can't come out, not completely. If I do she'll grow her tears will dry and her chains crumble, but I can't let that happen, that's what gets me hurt.

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