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Smiling on the outside,
dying on the inside.
I am the master of disguise,
You will never see my real pain.
What really hurts,
can hurt so good.
Almost like a drug;
you wish you could stop,
but you keep going and going.
The fire burns your eyes,
the tingle of your lips.
The pain is addicting,
but invisible to everyone.
There is beauty
within the scar tissue.
Copyright © Serenity D'Nae Montgomery | Year Posted 2012
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