Smile


I wake up. I shower. I get dressed. I put my make -up on. And go to work. Come home. Undress. Eat. Sleep.

My actions are a sequence of events that get me through the day. I do my best to forget you. It's been two years since I last saw you. And I miss you every day since.

I get by with distractions because that is the only way I know how to.



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