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my smile doesn't even meet my eyes anymore.

something I thought was so special and unique to me.

I practiced it, you know. "top row only"

the creases on each side were just added bonuses, creating character.

now, it's lifeless and disconnected. it doesn't meet my eyes.

like, when I force a smile onto my face, my eyes don't light up like they used to.

my eyes. something I've come to love after a sincere compliment.

they're tired. they sit begrudgingly on top of dark voids.

the lack of sleep is overwhelming. what's more is the way they blink slowly, lacking life. lacking hope.