I often wonder why I was put on this earth.
What is my purpose, I ask myself.
When will I make my mark.
Then I realise Its hard to say anything
Without the muscles in my cheeks
Turning upward into something you
say to be beautiful.
This is why I exist.
I smile when its not needed.
I smile simply because it makes
you happy.
And I'll keep doing it.
Until I can smile no longer.
Jul 20, 2012
Jul 20, 2012 at 1:36 AM UTC
I often wonder why I was put on this earth.
What is my purpose, I ask myself.
When will I make my mark.
Then I realise Its hard to say anything
Without the muscles in my cheeks
Turning upward into something you
say to be beautiful.
This is why I exist.
I smile when its not needed.
I smile simply because it makes
you happy.
And I'll keep doing it.
Until I can smile no longer.
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