There Are No Photos Of Me Smiling As A Kid/Hallway Lights and Horror Nights

It’s one of those things where you lived it

And you know

And that’s why you don’t want to talk about it at all.

It’s like these memories keep turning on

Hallway lights and horror nights.

I never had a reason to smile, so

I didn’t, and if they asked I would

Pretend, force, or make a silly face

Instead of lying.


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