of course it's the one who smiles.
it's the one who is holding on by a thread, their heart kept together by a mere stitch that is fraying by the second.
the ones who are there to wipe the crystals off your cheeks and hold your hair back when your spewing out your insides.
they're the ones that die a little every night.
who lose a piece of themselves with every passing second.
who give everything, to receive nothing.
