The end is near, can’t you hear, there is only so much a person can handle, this is no death note, just me speaking, its hard wanting to smile all the time, but when i’m with you is when I smile the most, not because i’m happy tho, I would like to be happy when I am with you, but i’m not, as much as I smile, and act as if i’m happy, i’m not, I smile so I can try to feel happy, I laugh at the very little things, I will smile the brightest, to make myself be happy, but its not real, I wish so much that it was, but it’s not
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