A Look of Cheer on Her Face

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A look of cheer on her face
Her elegant happiness,
Showered with grace.
Her eyes were sparkiling
with perfect kindness,
but if you think she's happy,
You've been cursed with blindness.

Her mind, overcrowded
With the memories of lost souls
All of her sadness,
yet nobody knows.
In the late night when everyone's asleep
In the corner of her room, she cries
after her life, so discrete
she will always be in pain until the day she dies.





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