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Apr 2018
This world is full of happiness
It's beautiful and alive
A wonderful work of art
So many happy people
So many things to be happy about

My world is full of sadness
It's ugly and dead
A destroyed work of art
Just a sad boy called Sam
So many things to be sad about

I want to live in the first world
But I can't escape my past
I think about it everyday
How I couldn't breathe
And how I never really will again

I'm sorry that I can't be a happy person
That's just not who I am anymore
I've come so close so many times
So many different ways
I'm drowning in my own world

There isn't an escape
This is just how it is I guess.
Sam
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Sam  16/M/A pineapple under the sea
(16/M/A pineapple under the sea)   
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