"Are you okay?" they keep asking her.
she smiled and simply said "If being okay means putting up a facade smile and telling yourself to keep it together, then yes. I guess I am."
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Poesiaa collection of poems and untold feelings
Chapter fourteen: okay
"Are you okay?" they keep asking her.
she smiled and simply said "If being okay means putting up a facade smile and telling yourself to keep it together, then yes. I guess I am."