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My Smiling-Frowned Face
My smiling frowned face,
Is carved on to the pillow I hug everytime when I get picked on these days.
You tease me, I pity you,
You hurt me, you can have my mercy too
Everything you say or do,
Can't make me more pained,
Through the scars that you drew,
That I hide from the people I once knew.
Because my smiling frowned face,
Keeps me track at pace,
Keep saying words that I had enough
Stares you give to judge
Your personality makes me cough
So I cannot hold any grudge.
So for one last time I say to you,
Keep making your smiling frowned face,
For anyone who hurt you,
Keep smiling through bad aches,
Because there will always be one sunny morning you can proudly say "It's a good day"
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