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May 2020
Happiness has always been elusive
Fleeting like a crisp breeze.
Randomly uncontrollable and untamable,
but enjoyable when rarely experienced.

But that is not entirely true.

Wallowing here in my bed,
shut off from all that exists
drowning myself in my own darkness:
I am much less likely to find that breeze
Written by
Benjamin
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