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Jan 2018
I can't think of any happy thought
My world is black and white
Oh, I'm color blind
I don't recognize the hue of my emotions
I think I'm depressed

Distant images, faded, memories
of me smiling, laughing...
we're they real? I feel not
For I knew I had been feigning all along
Now I don't know what real happiness is
It sounds to me like a made-up conccept
How do you know you are truly happy?
Keziah
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Keziah
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