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Jul 2013
Sorrows are easy
to write about.
Infinite amounts of metaphors
can be made about
darkness
and sadness
and strife.

But now that I am happy
how can I continue
with what I love?
Where is the fun
in describing my joy?
Will you be
bored?
There are only so many ways
I can tell you I'm in love.
I love him.
I love him.
He makes me
love myself.
If I tell you
can you please just
be happy for me?
I like writing about what i feel and i used to be sad all the time but now that I'm not it feels like I have nothing to write about idk man
Written by
Jill Stinehart
449
   Elizabeth Paxton
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