Mustard
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She crys herself to sleep
But no-one seems to hear
In the morning she acts
Like it is ok but it is not
She smiles at her family
but on the inside she is
Yelling and crying for help
No-one can save her she is
Already to far gone tonite will be
the last night she crys to
Herself

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