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by Trista Jorstad   May 25, 2006


No smile is more beautiful than one struggled through tears.
All the smiles and the laughs all my unspoken fears.
I feel like everything is wrong, all i want to be is right.
No one knows what i do behind closed doors in the dead of the night.
You could call me tough, or you could just say after all these years
Ive learned to deal with hell and hold back my tears.
I'll take the pills to fall asleep and dream that im invisable.
I'll dream a better dream, one not so miserable...

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