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Surrounded by his peers, he broke.
His whole life based off the smiles of others;
His whole reason for existence: the smiles of others.
He presented a mask that everyone adored;
Everyone yearned for and longed to be.
Yet even though he had the world at his feet, he was alone.
And alone he broke.

He got to the point where smiles no longer brought sun.
Where laughter was a dull throbbing in his ear.
He longed for those few special moments;
When someone would smile and make the day brighter.
He began to depend on those days;
His life hanging by those few, cheerful smiles.
Without them, he was nothing.
Without them, his life meant nothing.

Yet soon, even his smile grew dim.
His mask began to split and shatter.
His addiction grew worse.
But he still smiled.
He smiled, even though his heart was aching.
He was smiling though his heart was breaking.
And surrounded by that misery, he crumbled.

Slowly, the nameless faces dissolved.
The faceless names dimmed in his thoughts.
He shrunk back into his mind;
A place where the shinning faces never darkened;
The happiness was never-ending;
And the smiles lived on.
Trapped in these thoughts, he died.

Laid down to rest, those around him smiled.
They smiled when the laughter died.
They smiled when the world turned gray.
They smiled, though their hearts were aching.
They smiled, though their hearts were breaking;
They smiled.
What’s the point of crying?


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