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"Happy Again?"
(8/30/01 - age 17) Out with my friends I'm laughing and smiling, Having a good time. Things couldn't be better. The worst is over; The pain is behind. But they don't know Its all a lie. Inside I fall apart. Alone at night I cry and cry. I'm hurting. Why can't they see Through my flimsy mask? I came home today, After laughing and letting them think I was having fun, And looked in the mirror, Telling myself that I would make it this time. That I'd faked my last smile And cried my last tear. I had this feeling, And just KNEW it would work. "I never saw this coming" Is heard a few days later. Maybe if they looked... Maybe if they cared... Maybe if they listened They would have understood That my hurt, it never stopped. I just tried To stop hurting you.
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