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I’m fine, no really, I am

I always look this way

Nothing’s the matter

Honestly, no really, I’m okay

I wouldn’t lie to you

What’s the point of that?

I haven’t smiled, because

It’s nothing I’m good at

Doesn’t matter anymore

I prefer to be alone

No need to ask again and again

You’ll only produce a groan

I said I was fine, no really

I mean it, please take me at my word

Read between the lines, you’ll see

Your questions are a bit absurd


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