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I make people happy.
It is what I do.
I turn frowns, upside down,
And cure cases of facial blue.
I make people smile and stitch cracks in their hearts.
Despite I can’t smile a real one from the start.
Why can’t I be happy, is it really that hard?
Is there a sting you pull, do I need a card?
Am I trying too hard, or just not enough?
You make it look easy, yet for me, it’s tough.
I’m dying to smile a smile that’s real.
Why is it that happiness it the one thing I can’t feel?



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