Who is She (January 2, 2019)

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She used to be strong
She used to handle her own problems
Not burden others with her pain
What happened
Who is this girl who
Complains
Cries
Gives up
I don’t know her
I don’t like her
What happened
What broke her
What made her need help
Help she never asked for before

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