Are These My Eyes?

Are These My Eyes?

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WpMetadataReadAbgeschlossene Geschichte Sa., Feb. 18, 2012
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Sometimes when we look into a mirror, we don't know the person staring back at us. Here's a poem about the trouble of finding out who we truely are.
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Everyone has different opinions, stories, and experiences in life. In primary school, we were taught that a smile means happiness and crying means sadness. Yet, Tupac Shakur once said, "Behind every sweet smile, there is a bitter sadness that no one can ever see and feel." Ironic, isn't it? In this unchanging world, filled with laughter and sorrow, how long will we pretend that we're just fine? How long will we fake a smile while tears threaten to fall? No one seems to ask - because everyone carries their own burdens. Beneath their smiles lie stories no one dares to uncover. But what if someone didn't just empathize, but truly sympathized with you? Would you open up? Would you tell the story hidden beneath your smile? Because sometimes, the stories we bury are the very ones waiting to be found...beneath our smile.

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