She wants to run from the

hurt and the pain. It

eats her up inside, she's

dying from the pressure.

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The raindrop are falling from

her stormy clouds, her face. Her

errors are too much for her now.

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Make me a different person, she prays.

At least help me to change my masquerade.

Sympathy, is it too much to ask for? It's

killing her from the inside out.