It always happens

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I'm here
I'm alive
I'm okay
I'm not crying
But something isn't right.
Why am I here?
Why am I alive?
Why am I okay?
Why am I not crying?
Is this a dream?
Maybe not.
But it's temporary
I know what will happen
It will all disappear, all of a sudden
And I will melt
I will be a puddle of confusion and unwritten poems.
Again.

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