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Jan 2019
It's weird,
it's awkward,
it's fake.

You don't realize until you see,
how fast it disappears,
how it trembles.

My smile is fake,
and it will always be.

Not until you look into my eyes,
not until you pick up the broken pieces,
will you really get to know who I am.
Written by
Katherine
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