I’m the happiest person I know but sometimes,
I feel destitute
It comes in waves
I can barely speak on it with my faves
I can never speak on it with self
Nah!
I’ll rather lock it up, put it up on a shelf
Is deep sadness a cry for help?
Help!
How does one even recognize they need it?
Anyways, my solution is to let it pass
Let time and peace bring the restitute
-Signed,
trust us that this too, shall pass
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