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She curled up on the tile floor
As she cried out her regrets
She stands, and she collects herself
In seconds, she forgets.
She wipes her hands on her white dress
Now stained from all the lies
She coats on a fresh face of makeup
Once she wipes her mascara stained eyes.
She sweeps her hair in a ponytail
She stands proud; she stands tall
She takes the sticks and stones they hurled at her
And with them, she builds a wall.
She stands surrounded by her broken memories
Shattered like glass on the floor
She winces, takes the first step
And her bleeding feet carry her home.



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