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Sep 2012
I'm known for walking around
with a smile on my face.
All
the
time.

But do people really believe
that that cheery smile
is
always
real?

Do they not see the eyes
that don't always match
with
that
smile?

Why don't people ever look
and see the haunted feelings
in
my
eyes.

What is it with people
that they don't ask what
I've
been
through?

But if I tell them everything
every last detail, would
they
even
*care?
Alice Kay
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Alice Kay  Imagination
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   Joan Karcher
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