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I hate it...I hate it ....I hate that I am always smiling....that I am always around throwing lame jokes and laughing at them....maybe it's because of them....or maybe coz of the smile on the faces of people I care about....it's good tho. ...not have to see a ignorant dad...or busy af mother....I won't say the pain is gone...every now and then he scratches me again...but still nothing compares to this happiness......I hate it...but I love this creepy smile on my face...