Chapter Seventy Five
It hurts to smile.
It feels forced. Faked. I feel my face stretch upwards, but there is no heart behind it. It takes so much energy, I don't know why I keep doing it.
I don't remember being truly happy.

Chapter Seventy Five
It hurts to smile.
It feels forced. Faked. I feel my face stretch upwards, but there is no heart behind it. It takes so much energy, I don't know why I keep doing it.
I don't remember being truly happy.
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