And she got scared
affraid to show her scarfs
And she got worried
reluctant to express her grieve
And she got angry
frustrated about the disbelieve
And she gave up
trying to be a hero
And she got silent
swallowing her pride
And she found shelter
a smiling face to hide
And she lived on
thickening her skin
And she kept moving
walking along the edge
And she tried forgetting
her heart divided with a wedge
And she just avoided them
all these painfull encounters
And she thought she had left
the depresive days behind
But she just didn't make it
escaping from a troubled mind
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