time seems to be scarce.
it seems that 7 is indeed my lucky number. the perfect number. 70 70 70 is
such a beautiful score.
smiles. empty, cold. smiles. true, warm. as long as they are smiles. i guess
i cursed my self to not have them. not even the cold ones. not even the
frozen ones. maybe i'm thinking too high of myself in that i take it upon
myself to make sure that people around me do smile. selfish? maybe. but good
deeds are good deeds. smiles are smiles.
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