the thoughts of a quiet girl,
the one always thinking,
the one always observing,
what does she want to say?
behind that straight face,
what expressions does she have?
who is she?
these questions,
I ask myself.
Because I just don't know who I really am.
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Nobody knew me, I was the girl in the back of the room, I would stuff my face into books to avoid socializing, I would observe never talk. There's just one thing nobody knows about me and I hope they never find out.