"You have to smile more. I really like your smile.
You are my sweet little devil."
I was, a devil. Always will be.
I am the youngest of my family.
When you are the youngest it is highly possible you have to fight for your presence to be felt.
You want to mean something, don't want your presence to be in vain.
But, I didn't like the attention.
When with my family I would make them laugh.
When all the attention was only directed at me I was hoping to disappear in thin air.
I did it for the small ego-boosts and to make my mother laugh.
Still this is buried inside of me and I don't really mind.
Now I've become strong enough to make my mark.
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