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Tears Behind My Smile
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Ongoing, First published Sep 02, 2017
All of my anger.. All of my tears.. I always try to hide it.. I tried to act like I'm happy.. and you never noticed even one of my smiles are fake..they know me as the happiest person in school.. but its really the opposite..
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