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Sep 2014
I hope this smile on my face
doesn’t give you the illusion that everything
is okay.

It couldn’t be worse.

and what kills me the most
is that you don’t see me hurt.

and you believe that leaving
is gonna help me cope.
Patricia Vaz
Written by
Patricia Vaz  San Francisco
(San Francisco)   
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