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May 2019
You give me the brightest of smiles.
Fit for a princess.
But I am not like that.
Cause I give the coldest of stares.
Like a soldier.

Can you see why? I don’t smile anymore.
The drama I have faced is just.
Too Much.
For me.

My heart is screaming.
Silently.
But you can try.
To make me smile.
Nitya
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Nitya
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       Rick, Bogdan Dragos, --- and Fawn
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