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Dimples, creations of joy and laugher. My wrinkles tell stories of childish fun and games. A forced smile, a see-through facade. My cold eyes tell a different story.

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Written by

Haruharu

29 / F / Sweden

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Written by

Haruharu

29 / F / Sweden

Published

Feb 19, 2021

Time

1m

Tags: #sorrow #cold #eyes #story #game #smile #joy #love #child #mirror

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