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Happy
What does it mean to be cheerful?
I seem to have lost my way.
Instead, I find myself fearful
That I will waste a precious day.
Does it really matter
If I’m happy in the end?
Because sometimes in this world
Hearts break instead of bend.
Cuts that line my arms
Tell a tale of misery.
The blade is not what harms;
It is the pain inside of me.
When blood runs free
And tears won’t stop,
I will learn to climb
Back to the top.
The wounds will heal;
The tears will dry.
The pain is real,
But it will die.
I think I’d rather be happy now
Than wait indefinitely
For the Elysium I may never find.
I shall live defiantly.
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