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May 2017
Happy. Happy. Happy.*
It's been my mantra and I refuse to let it go.
I refuse to latch on to the dark cloud above me.
I refuse to pull you under alongside me.
You have never succumbed to my negative voice,
and I think I love you for that alone.
I promise I am trying, I am.
I will not let this go.
I've been progressively trying to become more positive and optimistic. It's working...slowly.
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