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Aug 2019
My mama told me not to cry,
cause it stains my pretty face,
Daddy told me not to tell,
cause he doesn't want a case.

I tell myself not to cry,
cause it might mess up my mascara,
I tell myself not to tell,
cause I don't want people to see my crooked tiara.
Written by
Everforest  16/F
(16/F)   
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