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She packed her stuff, left nothing on the shelves

Some how along the way she lost her self

Running towards the door not bothering to say good bye

She has nothing to live by

All she seems to do is cry

Wanting to meet a nice guy

All she got was stupid lies

She is broken inside with no were to hide

When will she rise?

It’s not going to happened if she doesn’t try

She needs to know she is a prize

Despite of her story, despite of her past