Behind that sweet smile (Daily Journal)
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it's a journal of an ordinary girl that might you see or meet everyday.. maybe a friend? or someone you know? that behind of her lovely approaches,sweet smiles, charming looks, and happy face was hidden a mysterious side of her? you'll never know... an intriguing story of a girl who never show her real emotions. Never told anyone her real story.. she keep building walls to people and she bleed deeply.. no one knows.. no one understands.. a lonely soul.. she decided to write it all down. Share her words. spread all the agony in a piece of paper so her soul may a bit lighten.
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