if only i could find it in me
find the energy
to dance
to reach out
to smile genuinely
but I can't
so i cry over broken legs
i cry over someone who's forgotten
and i fake laughter and smiles and joy
and i accept that i will never be whole
and i will never have her
to fill in the spaces
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PoetryI am not happy. I don't know if I've ever been, or if I ever will be. Plenty of shit has happened to me, but plenty of shit has happened to everyone so I shouldn't feel special. I just wish I didn't have a normal person's life. I wish I didn't have...
