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Don't look at her!
The fragile, pretty thing. She's beautiful, And she's compassionate, And she's sweet. Yet, she has a secret! A secret she cannot tell, A pain she tries to hide. A sliver of her heart Is missing. He took it Along with her dignity When he took her for granted.
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