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Beautiful Secret
Her words fell hollow as her lips broke silence.
Tire of living a lie, but she would rather die then tell anyone her secret.
With a myth so beautiful under her toungue, she stood there infront of thousands,
muted. And she walked away, heart ripped from her sleeve.
Tire of living a lie, but she would rather die then tell anyone her secret.
With a myth so beautiful under her toungue, she stood there infront of thousands,
muted. And she walked away, heart ripped from her sleeve.
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