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when i was still little, my mom would scold me if i don't smile so i smiled.
and smiled.
and smiled.
and smiled.
but mom, i'm sorry for not following what you have told me.
i have cried down my knees earlier, knowing my best will never be enough.
i have cried inside my room earlier, knowing i still have many things to do and i don't know how to handle 'em.
i have cried down my knees and sobbed silently, being aware that no one should know i'm breaking down.
so mom, i'm sorry.
i lost the smile you always told me and my smiles are already turning into lies.
i promise, i'll smile after my last tear, not because i want to but because i always have to.
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Proses with its Roses
PoetryWe all have pain inside us, inside those softhearted yet tough hearts and it's on us on how to express it, how to ease it, and how to control it. Painters grab their brushes to express. Singers grab their microphones to express. Dancers grab their s...
