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Luis Mdáhuar Apr 2015
I forgot I could jump
From a higher height
Since a child a dream haunts
My waking hour
Like a private eye of my soul
Once I jumped and swore
From an impossible height
On the reality and confusion
Of truth
And dream
Memory alike
Yesterday I jumped aggain
This time into the ocean
i fell
There was a mare
A white mare
And lost friends
Happiness the greatest cure but the deadliest poison.
Happiness the wonderful emotion of the enjoyment of life.  A state in which you go blind of you're surroundings and can only help but to smile and laugh. But what if the happiness that you are experiencing is whats killing you inside you are too blinded to know that you are slowly getting damaged and if you are aware of it you will be in a state of denial. You will only want happiness and will only think of it. Happiness the deadliest poison, how much can you're body hold, how many lies can you withstand telling yourself... how much time will I have to wait to have that poison inside of me aggain.

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