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Doesn't this world love a smile?

the past hasn't presented any demons for a while,

maybe it's because i am a man, i can do things,

done wanting to fly, i couldn't really do wings,

cause the thought of a girl beautiful to me,

plus having feelings for her, and her to me,

takes me higher and further then any wings ever could,

don't tell me now you miss me, you never should,

cause i still miss you and have grown to hate it,

almost as much as the smile i produce, i fake it,

only when i'm writing am i truly free,

to smile carefree and be who i want to be,

windows in words, my mind tries to open,

so many possibilities, no more hopin,

i want nothing more then what i'm given,

and no more then what i deserve, shady livin.