A lone cloud.
Pushed forward by a gust of wind.
The cloud is I, the wind is obligation.
Obligation to cater to other's joy.
Never saving any for myself.
Wishing for their happiness,
Only to yearn for them to stay.
No one is happy with me.
Which is why the cloud is alone.
With just the gust of wind.
A mask of a smile,
Few know it's true intentions.
For even a storm cloud starts off appearing happy.
Until it breaks,
Crumbles,
Begins drenching everything in it's path.
I float on.-Benevolent, Chapter 35

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