Part 9

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I'm sorry for being a liar,
Hiding behid a smile like it was an attire,
Not showing my tears,
Erasing them behind happy cheers.

I don't want to worry all of you,
Bringing down your mood anew,
Everyone of you deserves the happiness that has come,
I refuse to bring back the glum.

I won't tell when i cry,
On my own strength i will rely,
Not because of doubt in all of you,
But because all of your smiles became a hue.

A hue for which i wish will never dim.

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