Stares cannot pierce the iron-clad facade she is all-too-experienced at producing
She is drowning inside and the gasps heard are smiles and waves
Her lungs fill with sewage and the scent is of shampoo
She is being repeated thrust under just after resurfacing and all seen is reading
She won't survive much longer even though from the look of things, her future is bright
It simply is not bright enough to shine through the darkness of the present
Can anybody see that she is a casualty of your system
The problem is no one ever really did see her.
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