The Fake Me:

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This happiness you see,

Isn't as it seems,

Because under every lie,

Is a hidden truth.

I fake a smile,

And i fake a laugh,

When deep inside,

I just want to cry.

Why do I have to fake it?

Why can't it just be real?

Everyday i'm lying,

Pretending this is me.

I'm hoping that maybe,

I can just be me,

Wishing that one day,

I'll be loved for who I am.

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