The Paradox
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She had dark brown hair and green eyes. Emeralds that could read every thought that crossed your mind. Her laugh was the sound of a symphonic melody, something graceful and elegant...something you crave to hear over and over. Her lips were made of clouds, they could make you float into the sky and forget every painful thing that came your way. Everything was beautiful, even her smile...the smile that deceived you into thinking everything was okay. She rehearsed it so many times that even I began to believe her. Her smile, a smile that was thought only to be made by angels, was indeed made by the devil himself. His most beautiful creation. A mask that hid her darkest fears, and her deepest sin. If it wasn’t for this elegant paradox, maybe things would have turned out differently, but here I am, standing in front of a person I can’t even recognize, trying to just fathom what is going through her mind. And that’s the beauty of the smile, no one knows what’s behind it.
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