She...

She takes her work home
She does it often
There is no other way for her
And sometimes
She cries
    She's learned her part hard
She stopped ripping her heart
Apart
Over spilled milk and pity doubts
But sometimes
She cries
    And when she feels like
Floor is above her
Round after round
Goes down
That's when
She cries
    She's heard them all loud
She's crossed them all out
Innocent dreams
And broken vows
But sometimes
She smiles

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