“When happiness comes to bother me,
I look at it like I never knew it.
It’s because it is a foreign feeling for me.
After very long years of being gone, it’ll suddenly come back
to pat my shoulder and tell me that I deserve the things
that I am experiencing.
Sometimes I doubt it because
I know that it’ll be by my side only for a few minutes, and then
will leave again.
It doesn’t stay, but how come I still don’t forget its name?”
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PoetrySometimes, when things seem to fall down, and when we can't see anyone around to help us pick the fallen pieces up, we tend to do it by ourselves in silence. But I don't want for us to stay living with that mindset, because I still believe that help...
