Her eyes are swollen I can tell she has been crying
But I will not bother her in this mood
Her soul is slowly dying
She talks, smiles, laughs on cue
I'm the only one who knows she's lying
She covers the pain like horrid tattoos
While the ink is still drying
She has no intention of revealing herself
Afraid that they all will scatter
I have no intention of tapping the glass
Afraid that the image will shatter

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