Changing Ugly
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Never anything but empty. Always craving. Simply Content. Never anything but grey space. Happiness is fleeting, sadness is permanent. Anger stays, anxiety stays, but the gloom persists. If happiness is the sun, thoughts are the clouds, my mind is the sky, the world, the universe. Vast, wide, and alone.
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