Fake.
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Ongoing8m
Last published Sat, Jul 1, 2017
A genuine fake smile. That's all it takes to fool the world. No body knows the difference if they aren't the closest person in the world to you. For me, that's no one. So everyone assumes I'm a perfectly ok human being. Oh boy, so wrong so off. Polar cap ice cold. Just like my heart. Ok.. ok... I'm done with the sappy poetic talk. Truthfully, my life can't be worse my rainbow inside is just waiting to burst out. Yet, oh huge problem. Homophobic people. So for now it's rainbow closets and my genuine fake smile; that everyone, including I, love.
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