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Feb 2019
Lately she’s worn this little sad smile,
that’s been hidden away for quite some while,

and she’s much too tired to let it not show,
the people in her life pretend not to know,

so she goes forth with sorrow hanging from her lips,
inside it’s much worse, the pain tears and rips,

but no one asks if she’s okay,
all they see is a smile on display,

only when she gets home her job is done,
the weight she feels is no longer a ton.
x.x H. Mars
( I wrote this for you, my brave face)
Written by
Hunter Mars  22/F/in the tree line
(22/F/in the tree line)   
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