Never Through

He told me to smile, grin through the pain
I poked out my tongue and forced a quick smirk
He told me how pretty I was with a smile on my face
I asked him, "What, does that make me ugly now?"
He told me how I could never, ever be ugly
I didn't understand, so I tried again to beam
He told me, "There, doesn't that feel better?"
I nodded, but I still felt the pain.

The End

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