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Oct 2013
time will heal what it can of your wounds
or maybe just what you decide it should
most people enjoy living in sorrow
their puny minds have been tricked
they believe it is magical and desirable
fix me, I think I'm broken

broken is not forcibly wearing a frown
in hopes you'll be told to "smile, beautiful"

while the rest of you are fishing for compliments
the truly broken ones are over here wearing the opposite
faking our smiles so our peers can't see
through our just-barely-kept-together facade
go fake your depression somewhere else
Emma Azura
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Emma Azura
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   Venus, spacedrunk and MKJ
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