stand there and smile
pretend you're happy for them
as you watch them
smile and laugh together
and it fucking feels like a bullet to your heart
that is non-stopping shooting
but you just smile
and wondering why can't it be youit's cause happiness is a lie for you
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the exotic life of ruins: Volume 2
PoésieVolume two of the exotic life of poems. It's just a poetry collection.