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Apr 30
I hate it when people look behind bright smiles;
when they look at the underpainting of my heart
and find that there’s nothing behind my laughter
but empty white that lacks dream or purpose
and was only born to remain hidden.
Written by
Izan Almira  15/M/Spain
(15/M/Spain)   
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