My mind
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Happiness used to be so easy,
But life decided to go bad.
The worse it got,
The more happiness became a distant memory.
A memory that used to comfort me when I cried
That held me in my dreams
And soothed my nightmares.
Now it is in my nightmares
It is my nightmare
Only this one I can't seem to wake from.
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