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She hid her cuts under a bracelet, think and long.
She hardly smiled, she would stand alone when her friends had other friends.
No one saw her. She was invisable.
She acted like everything was okay, when it was not,
trapped in a little box choking her.
What happened? To the girl who would smile, and wore pink everyday?
It was a mystery what was in her mind, she wouldn't let anyone in, even through she still cried for help.
She was so quiet, thinking, thinking, thinking about other things.