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They expect me to cry, They think they know me, But they don't know the long nights, They don't know the silent tears, They don't know the lost friends, They don't know the quiet sobs the amount of times I wanted a hug. They don't know the damp pillow, Or how I really wanted a family. So they might say they know me but, They only know one version of me. By:Samantha E.