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I fake a smile,
I laugh, I play,
I make I joke.
But inside,
someone pulls,
they tear, they poke.
I fake a smile with salty cheeks.
I haven't been okay in weeks.
I fake a smile and laugh
and then I cry myself to seep.
Copyright © Jenny Dillon | Year Posted 2019
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