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Oct 2014
I walk through the streets smiling
They don't know anything
Pastel lipstick and white teeth
They really can't see
And they wouldn't ever believe
I'm dying inside
Because I can't play this charade any longer

But for know I'll smile
And force my tongue to let out
the bitter lies.
statictitanic
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statictitanic  New York
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