The girl was crying,
Yet she keeps on smiling.
Her heart is aching,
But she tries on hiding.
Pretending to be happy...
To be merry...
To be free...
Pretending on anything to make herself glee.
The hurts...
The pains...
Do beats all the same.
She's not seeking to ditch from crying,
But rather keep on pretending.
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PoetryPoems. Poetry. Here I exist, too. There is not much of a wonder in these works, but then again, I offer you the thoughts of a human who gets sad, happy, mad, crazy, broken, ignored, pretentious, and most especially who falls in love and falls out of...
