She looked like,
A good girl gone bad,
All tough cookie on the outside,
But alone,
Her eyes were sad,
She still made those jokes,
She knew would make them laugh,
But alone at night,
She contemplates,
What forced them,
To leave her somewhere,
Along the path,
And the edges of her essence,
Grew a little bit more rough,
So she put on her mask,
Faked it to get through the days,
It was enough.
~Rei Shiori
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