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Lied about My Smile

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I wish I could lye,
Somewhere in a place to hide,
I wish i could die.

Glad i got this smile
Laughing with love all awhile
Run with you a mile

Yet, im still depressed
Energized consistent rest
Hurt has clothed my chest

Worry on my vest
On my chest, iron prints press
So much anxious stress.



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