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Every smile I have ever faked leaves a residue of questions on my lips. Asking, “Why is it, that this smile can’t be real? Why is it, that the world is so easily convinced by my lie? Why don’t they try to break this facade when they see it in which I am trapped?”
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Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 2:26 AM UTC
Residue of Questions
Every smile I have ever faked leaves a residue of questions on my lips. Asking, “Why is it, that this smile can’t be real? Why is it, that the world is so easily convinced by my lie? Why don’t they try to break this facade when they see it in which I am trapped?”
nayana-nair
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Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 2:26 AM UTC
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