Speak

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Chin up and smile,
Walk with grace down the aisle.
Let them see the woman within,
And let my revenge begin.

Familiar faces and same lines,
I secretly laughed when i saw them lie.
I'm about to burst,
When i heard you said those three words.

Isn't it ironic?
That we were,again being plastic.
I mean... i was,
But you hurted me for thrice.

So I tried to be nice,
Even if it takes forever to break your walls of ice.
At least i tried right?,
Before i closed my eyes and bid you with my bittersweet smile.

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