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She has secrets buried
under the tips of her toes. She has lies tangled in each strand of her hair. She has regrets slipped on her fingers like gold rings. She wears her sadness like a dress too big for her. She's a walking disaster with hopes in her eyes and catastrophe on her lips.
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