You can't cure happiness.
I found that out, unless,
there's a will to be sad,
and than you cave.
There are doctors
who can open doors
and let out your true
sad self.
There all around
they hide in the sound
of a moment
of tears and woe.
But....
But they need you to sign
along the dotted line
without you
they're out of business!
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