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Even when I'm sad,
I smile.
My two front teeth are more
shall we say developed
than my others,
but i don't mind too much.
My smile is unique, and defined,
I shouldn't mind.
Right now I do,
because even when I'm sad,
I smile.
When I'm mad,
I smile.
My personality is so flawed
I can only be enraged until
sarcasm comes in spite of
how bad the situation may be.
It's not the worst thing about me.
But right now it is,
it's too deceiving to smile
when I'm mad.
When I'm bored,
I smile.
Maybe it's because
I like to be alone sometimes,
to enjoy the presence of oneself,
I like to think alone,
and my own thoughts make me laugh,
But isn't it silly to smile
when I'm doing nothing?
When I'm on the stupid pot,
I smile.
Why, why, why?
If someone slapped me,
would I smile?
If someone left me to the vulchures,
would I smile?
If my best friend died,
would I smile?
If I ran over a dog,
would I smile?
I wish I had control over my own face's muscles.
Because even when I smile, I'm still sad.
jolenish fiber
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