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Jan 2014
i stared at the blank television screen,
and in some weird way i related to it.
the black, void picture is my happiness.
my happiness is empty, gone, void.
the only difference is
with a simple motion of my finger
i can roar the screen back to life.
and i've tried everything to rekindle my happiness -
it hasn't worked out.
moonlit
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moonlit  tangled in my thoughts
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