She laughs (Fake)
She walks with her head held high... (Fake)
The only thing real about her is what no one seems to notice:
The Hurt.
It's written all over her face: hurt that can't be taken away. Can't be misplaced.
She may be clothed in the finest linen money can buy but her eyes: they cannot--must not--tell lies...
They leave her naked; they leave her bare.
Dark pools of desolation. No where to run. No where to hide.
Only she is there.
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