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Jun 2018
The moment I felt like crying,
he looked at me
and without a word,
he smiled,
he made me laugh,
But I cried more.
For I know better
that he feels the pain
but chose to make
me see the bright
to spare me for
the night.
Today, I realized that being strong is being weak just deep inside. And at some point, a smile is actually a feeling.
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a silent chaos  20/F/locate me
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