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When Optimism Smiles
If you dig six feet under and then go under the coffin and right before you get to hell you will find what's left of my smile
I once wore my smile like the joker dripping with bloody tears
But this isn't one of my sad poems because it's not about what I lost but what's still left
Because my concrete interior from all the hard times can still let the softness of a flower breathe
I will no longer suffocate from self-sabotage
So, watch me turn this smirk of pain into a Texas smile born in Tennessee
Country heart that lives the city
You can have the best of both worlds when becoming a 10 isn't about being perfect
But finding the one weakness where you have zero confidence and adding it to consistency for the best results
I will survive because I was born for a purpose beyond my feelings
I will be strong because the past doesn't define me, but it did shape my future carving away the roadblocks into a marble sculpted rose
Now joined with optimistic company
p.s. I wear my smile like a bouquet of roses watered by perspective...
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