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That I’d live
Each passing day
Like it’s my last.
Then I'd probably appreciate
each smile and teardrop more
I literally chew
My lower lip when stifling
A smile
walking whilst flailing my arms...I smile
whilst thinking out aloud...I smile
smiling's my favorite preoccupation
this in spite of the turmoil in my mind and heart

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