The Means to Survive

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And suddenly, I can no longer laugh the way I used to.
I can no longer smile, think, or say the kind things that once kept me safe.
Nor could I wish about that thing called happiness.
And suddenly, I'm glad.

- shotsofvodkaandscars

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