At some point I have become afraid of happiness,
it sounds ridiculous doesn't it?
I am so used to being sad, that when I feel happy it's light like a blessing.
But when my sadness comes back I just fall harder...
Why does being happy have to be so tiring?
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The Thoughts Trapped Inside
Sonstigessmall passages of thoughts trapped inside the mind Disclaimer: Story cover not by me
