Happiness is fleeting
The more you try to reach for it
The more it is likely to slip away from your grasp.
This unfair world makes me wonder if we were made to suffer these sleepless nights that never seem to end.
Stuck in an infinite loop of dejection.
Nothing seems to be abundant enough to make us chuckle nor weep really.
Numbness dominating our emotions, Real ones too frightened to come out.
-happiness is a butterfly
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Haunted |+18|
PoesieA letter of all the things I cannot say out loud but am constantly thinking and being haunted by. Dark content used in the story Read at your own risk
