LXXXVI

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It's been so long.

I thought it had stopped,

But it's so damn annoying.

It's so trusfating

That I can't control it.

It'S so sneaky and so damn sad.

And, it's always out of my hand.

It's there when I'm with my favorite person,

It's there when I'm by myself.

It's always there,

And just won't leave me alone.

And, it hurts so damn much.

Cause I know

How it looks.

I know the face I make

When it sneakily hits me

Smack dab in the middle of my face.

It's not a nice face.

It's not my smiling face.

And, I hate it.

Cause for as long as I can remember,

I've had a pretty smile,

I've had a smiling face.

That's all I was.

A pretty face that can make people smile.

Now, I'm not pretty,

And my smile's slipping off.

And, it hurts.

It hurts so damn much.

But, I can't cry.

Cause I'm supposed to smile.

Cause that's all I'm good at.

I'm supposed to smile,

No matter how much I wanna cry.

I need to smile.

Cause I can't show them

Just how much it actually hurts.

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