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Eleven

She's got this bright smile.

It could light up the darkest night.

But her eyes don't smile like her mouth does.

If I didn't know what it looked like, I would be blinded by her fake smile.

But I'm not.

I don't know how to make her feel better.

She never looks at me.

And she's always avoiding eye contact with me.

I pray to God that she doesn't hate me.

I could handle anyone else but not her.

-a girl