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Sep 2013
On the outside,
I smile may be frozen.
On the inside,
I'm crumbling.
Like pastry.
No way to fix me.
It feels like all the weights are being thrown on my shoulders.
There's only so much weight my shoulders can carry.
Dark Smile
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Dark Smile
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   ---, The New Kestrel and Sadie K
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