One day, I was walking down
The stairs with my heart in a crown
With every steps
Stables my lips
Nodding at every opportunity
To greet people of oddity
Reaching the exit with squinted eyes
Batting the fresh sun rays
I feel the tightness on my checks
Like a dried lick
Mouth stretching wide
Dimples shouting at the side
I walk head up, chest out
Shoulders swaying like a clout
Out from the building
Proud of myself communicating
With people who smile back
Without hesitation that mock
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