My Smile

Real and not fake. Enjoy the good things life can offer. Let  the pain go from my face and let  it  brighten my eyes. No more angry cries at night, despite all my trials. Miles to go until God says let's go, let the good times roll. Control my anger aand eat danger for breakfast.

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Me

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