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Aug 2012
smiling briefly as the strangers come and go
through my field of vision.
why do i smile?
i don't think i give a ****-
...do i?
part of me must...
must care about my image;
must care about how others view me.
perhaps i just wish that for once
someone would
smile back...
Auroleus
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