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Feb 2019
Behind this smile,
Lie puddles of regret,
Flowing into a river of melancholy,
Washing into an ocean of self loathing.

As my aspirations float down this stream,
They become soaked in doubt,
Until eventually,
they are so fragile,
That I’m convinced I have no choice but to abandon them,
And watch as they slowly sink down
Till I cannot see or feel them anymore.
I feel sick to my stomach when I have to lie about how I’m doing everyday.
Written by
Faceless nameless  18/M/South Africa
(18/M/South Africa)   
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