That beautiful smile that I have holds a terrible secret
The Secret that is a complete lie
it's a sad that the smiled used to not be fake I didn't have to pretend of who I am
but in theory the tears roll down my face within seconds to put in on my fake small back again they was to be subsided in stay hidden but now they are out in full force the days have been with the tears of joy of the smiles but I missed the smiles and felt when I used to have that smile the warm fuzzy feeling on this the butterflies in my stomach the beauty of it was was I didn't have to be sad forever it don't last a lifetime this smile could come back and you will come back you think the smile always worn but with the people you let see the real smile fake one does not stand a chance
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Sheena Ann
Someone who loved me told me to write what I feel ...so I do I write about what has happened since...it comes from the heart and he pushed me to where I am at. And for that Thank you
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