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Aug 2015
With every throwback of my head I felt the artificial happiness circulating
The smiles that were etched on my face
The laughs that were played on a machine instead of my lips
Those dull eyes must've been a tell tale
Yet
No one noticed those eyes lacking sparkle
No one noticed when those smiles became small then extremely large as if by magic
No one noticed when those laughs became plastic
But
Then again
No one noticed
When those smiles became real
When those laughs became songs
When those eyes started to twinkle
AFR
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