My teeth are going to break,
I'm convinced,
under the pressure caused by the clenching of my jaw.
I am wearing a plastic smile,
crafted of constant strain,
deep disdain,
and fragments of a broken heart.
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 12:05 AM UTC
My teeth are going to break,
I'm convinced,
under the pressure caused by the clenching of my jaw.
I am wearing a plastic smile,
crafted of constant strain,
deep disdain,
and fragments of a broken heart.
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