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Jul 2018
I don't mean it like that!

wait, what do I mean?
I don't know
I try to mean something
but end up sitting in a dark room
walled up in my personal prison

kinda hurts
people judge all the time
they're just masks that smile and smile
it humors me when people tell me to smile
nobody smiles
nobody laughs

I have a reflection called the ego
to soothe it, I sit down in my favorite seat called society
and speak in an empty voice
but for some reason
the people just keep smiling
Nobody judges
but everybody does
and it hurts
a lot
Rinav
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Rinav  18/M
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     Rick, L B and Salmabanu Hatim
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