A Poem A Day Keeps The [something] Away

She Smiled She Cried

She smiled.
Genuine happiness she felt.
Her mother had been mild.
Not punishing her, no slaps had been dealt.
She cried.
It was all just a fucked up play.
She wished that she had died.
Just sometime yesterday.

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