If your face was a whiteboard I'd wipe that sadness right off. No matter what I do, no matter what I say, I can't seem to make the corner of your lips go up. They droop, and droop right down to the ground. I've never seen you so sad, so beaten down. If only I could do more. If...I can play the if game for days on end. If only your face was a whiteboard, then maybe I could draw you a true smile.
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