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those brief moments
where i laugh
a true expression of happiness
it doesn't happen often
i crave it
yearn for it
but i'm numb
a cloud of gloom hangs over me
as if a umbrella
in unfaltering rain
i'm dying
gradually fading
i'm clutching on to you
to us
but us is simply
make believe

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