The worst part of being sad is that you don't even know what makes you happy anymore.
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PoetryThere is a community of the spirit. Join it, and feel the delight of walking in the noisy street, and being the noise. Drink all your passion, and be a disgrace. Close both eyes to see with the other eye. Open your hands, if you want to be...
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The worst part of being sad is that you don't even know what makes you happy anymore.