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Moving On
She wears
dark
sunglasses
To hide
red
eyes
Says
she
has a phone call
So she can go and
cry
Laughs and
jokes
in class
Goes home and wants to
die
Needs a
change
, needs a
chance
Grabs onto some
hope
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Conversation With Myself
Morning
Moving On
Secret
Self-Absorbed
W(a)nder
Intrigue
Bleed
Two AM
Contradiction