One minute she was full of life, and then it was gone.
And she is alone – again –
Only she is inside of herself
The rest remains hollow
When she sits quietly, she can feel the beating of her heart
The beats let her know she's still alive.
Life goes on as everyday
Men stare at her
Try to get to know her
But they couldn’t possibly understand
the emptiness she feels deep within.
You can’t see it just by looking at her.
Her life is full of characters
Crowds are full of faces.
Which should she wear today?
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