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Dec 2014
it hurts when I have to smile just to keep the tears away
It hurts when "I love you" was just too hard to say
It hurts when you ask if I'm fine, and I answer, "Yeah, I'm doing well"
My mind says to stop caring, but what can I do? I'm a rebel.
pia
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pia  16/F/Philippines
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