by Jenny
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I go through hell everyday,
Just to wake up tomorrow and do it all over again.
I tell you I'm fine, but really I'm not okay.
Its really that simple, simple and plain.
I lie just to keep my secrets in.
And not let those feelings out.
Its all a different story, right there under my skin.
That most don't know about.

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