Act Three
She's laughing.
The sound of it rings in me ears,
But I don't understand why she is...
Because I'm crying inside.
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PoetryA book pf my poetry through my life, whether sad, happy, or even just numb... Please leave any comments, tips, or advice you would like to. Thank you so much for reading. This is dedicated to Joshua, Dan, and my siblings for the support~
