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Her heart is in a million pieces, Her mind tells her horrible things all day long and then really starts screaming at night To look at her, you'd never know the pain she hides, silently mending the pieces she's managed to identify of what's left of her heart... one would never know the layers of noise she dresses in to keep the thoughts out... and certainly nobody would see the tears that disappear into her pillow at night... because every morning, she gets up and carries her pain in such a way that makes grace look like a train wreck. And people have the nerve to say she's weak.