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She keeps her arms wide openBecause you will always be welcome there.Her strength was tested a thousand times.Doubts invading her brain.But she still holds her head up.She still holds her tears in when you’re around.You will always wonder where she stores her pain.It’ll be a miracle if she let’s you know.Her mission is to be…