Break my bones.
Leave them on the hill.
It's not my fault I'm not allowed to feel.
I act so fake.
This is not my smile.
Take what's expected from me.
Place it in a book like wet leaves.
Let them never dry and be forgotten.
Beautiful yet rotten.
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