The Blurred Lines In Between
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Last published Wed, Jan 11, 2017
The world is cruel, but someone is always there to smile for you, "Smile to make others smile, for me, and for everyone." If i knew I could I would..... If i just.... knew the blurred lines in between. The pain stopped but the questioning didn't stop, "Are you that girl?" "Are you the girl who..." I am sick of it, all I need to known is the blurred lines in between.
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