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Jul 2018
I wanted to make them happy.
My happiness didn't matter as long as they were the ones smiling.
Even if I had to paste a smile on my face I would make them happy.
But of course, I fall too short.
I will never reach their expectations.
They will not smile but hold a grimace of disgust on their faces.
I wasn't enough.
They expected nothing from me anyways.
They already knew of my incompetence.
Stephanie
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Stephanie  22/F/Falling for pretty eyes
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