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Feb 2015
Happiness
seems like a foreign land
I'm walking there
I'm trying- I am

the paths getting harder to see
I keep my head down
eyes focused
this haze
it's too strong for me

my throats tightening up
I know
what it means

I laugh just once more
because
somehow
I've found the end
when I was just looking for the beginning
everyone's been upset lately... we need to find happiness again. Is it still out there?
April
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April  22/F/NJ
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   --- and stΓ©phane noir
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