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Sometimes I find myself really sad because I haven't been really sad for a while.

Sometimes I write because I want to be read, not understood.

Sometimes I paint because I want to be seen, not interpreted.

Sometimes I find myself really sad because I haven't been really sad for a while.


Sometimes I feel sad for my short-lived happiness

And sometimes I feel pleased that I am able to refer to it as happiness.

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