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She Walks to school with the lunch she packed.
Nobody knows what she's holdin back.
Wearin the same dress she yesterday.
She hides the bruises whith linde and lace.
The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask.
It's hard to see the pain behind the mask.
Bearing the burden of a secret storm.
Sometimes she whishes she was never born.
Somebody cries in the middle of the night.
The neighbors hear but they turn out the light
a fragile soul caught in the hands of fate.
When morning comes it'll be too late..
Through the wind and the rain.
She stands hard as a stone.
In a world that she can't rise above.
But her dreams give here wi.
And she flies to a place where she's loved.
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