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Jul 2015
I smile and laugh simply to make everyone else happy, but why am I not truely happy?

Why do I cry myself to sleep, and why am I filled with scars and bruises?

I wish I didn't feel like this, why can't this pain be a choice so that I can chose not to feel like this.

Why can't I be normal and not be sad all the time, and why can't I just love myself?

Why?
Secret Poet
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