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The stain of fake smiles left behind,
Burns past the cover-up
And bleeding mascara...
My reflection in the mirror
Does her screaming once again,
Silent words that sound
Throughout my head...
She tells me to smile,
Work the muscles that make my expression fake.
She tells me to dry my eyes,
And keep up the facade
I've been using for weeks.
It's hard to walk away from here...
Hands reach out to touch her through the glass.
What memories does she hold for me?
What memories does she hide?
I could've spent a thousand years without knowing,
Hiding behind my smiles
Hiding the pain...
She hides me in my prison,
Behind my own eyes.
I see,
But I'm not living...
Every smile is a stain on the soul,
Each one more fake,
Each one more noticeable
Even than the bleeding mascara...
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