You ask me why I am always so happy? The truth I am not. I always fake a smile and act happy. But if I let my mask drop you would see a broken person who is haunted by pain. You ask me what I am always happy? The truth is most of my happiness that you see is my mask. I am glad that my mask is happy while in reality I am falling apart right in front of you, but you never notice. You never have , you never will unless I want you too.

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