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The Existentialist

Today for the first time in quite awhile,

upon my face grew a genuine smile.

 

It wasn't fabricated, it was honest and true

and when reality hit me I was left feeling blue.

 

I was so surprised, it was hard to even speak.

How long had it been? A month or a week?

 

My smile had faded as quickly as it grew,

but I know it'll be back the next time I think of you.

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Nonsensical
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Jun 21, 2014
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My head doctor told me I was "existentially depressed"

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