The Girl Behind The Smile
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Ever feel like you're a fake? Fake smiles so they won't ask questions. Fake laughs so they don't look at you differently. Fake personality so they don't see that you've changed. So they don't see that you are dying inside.
She feels this way all the time. She has given up on what life has to offer her. Can anything change her mind and save her from this darkness that consumes her?
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