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You seem perfect. Like you have no problems Your eyes. Hair. Smile But i know you. I know how much your problems affect you. I know that those bags under your beautiful blue eyes aren’t because you’re “tired” but the fact that your parents were fighting over how much your father drinks. I know you’re hair is a mess not because you’re trying to be cool but you didn’t have time to fix it while trying to get your siblings ready. I know the smile you put on in the mornings isn’t your real one, you’re real one would light up this town but you put on a facade because you don’t want to be seen as weak, you don’t want others pity
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Mar 6, 2015
Mar 6, 2015 at 10:31 PM UTC
Not Perfection
You seem perfect. Like you have no problems Your eyes. Hair. Smile But i know you. I know how much your problems affect you. I know that those bags under your beautiful blue eyes aren’t because you’re “tired” but the fact that your parents were fighting over how much your father drinks. I know you’re hair is a mess not because you’re trying to be cool but you didn’t have time to fix it while trying to get your siblings ready. I know the smile you put on in the mornings isn’t your real one, you’re real one would light up this town but you put on a facade because you don’t want to be seen as weak, you don’t want others pity
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Mar 6, 2015
Mar 6, 2015 at 10:31 PM UTC
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