i think i should nail these
moments of happiness to the
table, or maybe just stitch is
them to my skin. i can't seem
to remember happiness in
the same way that i remember
sadness. madness burns and
aches and forces me to notice
it, contentment evaporated and
leaves me wondering if i
felt it at all.
sadness is deep in me, in my
heart and the curls of my hair
and it begs to be remembered.
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