Happiness of my smiles is simple
Tearing the outlines on my stretchy lips
Cry in me cannot cry it out
It’s inside tearing my heart
Sorrowed deadly
Tattered are my lungs in half
Flimsy, jerky and wasted
Forsaken to the world I’m
In the clouds that praise me
I don’t ask for I’m absolute
In what I already am
I mightn’t have it all but
I’m
Happy, in my shell
If I’m not wasted
Then one day I might make it to heaven
Inshallah
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