? thinking? happiness, a word that seems so far-fetched it could never be obtained,
like no matter how hard I try I could never fly...
to another world where people would see a diffrent me,
just the same old thing on an endless plain,
with rows of renegades comming to kill this word,
(HAPPINESS) is seldom seen like the inteinty,
that will only complicate you...trust in it and fall as well,
the hardest part that this troubled heart has never been through,
if I were you I'd abort this invitation... just wait one day you'll find your addoration,
cause for me my dream of death is becomming a friendly realization.
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