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Smiling is not easy
Especially when you're weary
So I pretend to be happy
But my life became messy
Then I regret being ******
And said I am sorry
So now I"ll face reality
Then my life become bumpy
But in the end it became jolly
'Cause I accepted reality
I'm just a newbie here :)
As night goes dark
And skies are clear
And one by one
The stars appear
From star to star
You drew a line
Connecting stars
Form stories in mind

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