The Dark Side
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Last published Thu, Mar 9, 2017
A large, tranquil area of the globe is filled with hundreds of carefree individuals. Not a frown in sight, not a sign of darkness to be noticed.
How did it come to this?
These people have no sense of emotion besides happiness. Not a thing in the world can make them upset; the world around them is too chirpy itself.
Then why do I feel miserable?
Why am I so different?
Why can't I be like the others?
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