The teardrops run down and fall off her nose as she cries in dark corners where nobody goes. ✨️✨️✨️
You can follow the tracks from her eyes to her chin, evidence of years of letting them win. ✨️✨️✨️
Her eyes tell a story of anger and pain, contradicting the facade of happiness. ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️
The scars of her past, hidden under her clothes, are a roadmap to unknown places.✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️
Her smile is now painted, disguising her genuine emotions. ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️
The path of her tears runs silently, unseen by those around her. ✨️✨️✨️
In those hidden moments, her pain is etched on her face. ✨️✨️✨️✨️
Her gaze tells a tale of suffering and resilience concealed by a facade of contentment. ✨️✨️✨️✨️
The scars she bears, both physical and emotional, are a testament to her strength.✨️✨️
✨️✨️ Behind her painted smile lies a depth of experience, ✨️waiting to be seen by those who genuinely look into her eyes.✨️✨️✨️
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