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joy? what's that?
happy? is that some type of animal?
smile? that's a number...right?
 May 2014 MaSHTONdison
Wanderer
His smile feels like a knife cutting through my heart
my throat burns
and my eyes tear

I remember how happy we were
in the bliss
the pure innocence

And I wonder how he could be happy
when I feel like this

But it wasn't about love
At least not for him

— The End —