Looks Can Be Decieving:

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There's a smile on her face,

A smile that tells a lie.

There's a mark on her wrist,

And stories she'll never tell.

She wears that smile,

To hide the pain inside.

She wears that bracelet,

To hide the painful memories.

To you she looks ordinary,

Careless and free.

But to me she looks broken,

Worthless and scarred.

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