Suicide Poems From A Broken Soul
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Last published Fri, Nov 25, 2016
Not for the weak of heart. Even the brightest smiles have the darkest feelings behind them. We all have a story. Happy, sad, angry, paranoid. We all do. Our smiles can be the greatest boundaries between ourselves and everyone else. Our smiles don't always define us, we are not always our personality. Sometimes, a smile is the greatest disguise.
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