"How much pain does a smile hold?Can it though, with mere words, be told?When all but I, know the truthOf the unbearable pain of true solitudeAnd yet in bliss do I spend my daysKnowing, that someday it will razeTill then must I bear on this raceWith the mask of a smile, on my face."
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Poems on a Lazy Day
PoetryA collection of short poems written on a lazy day. :) (I was bored...)
