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I try to write happy thoughts,
But it just feels like my soul has been bought,
Cliche and useless words,
That mean nothing,
And only feed the birds,
I keep coming back,
To the feelings I do not lack,
Shame and guilt,
Of a life unfulfilled,
I lay against the blanket of sadness,
And cry tears of happiness,
Laughing in the face of melancholy,
As the tears of joy,
Ride away depression,
And just lead to the state of regression,
Of giving oppression,
And not allowing transgressions,
The tear filled eyes,
And eyes turning to day skies,
Looking for stars,
And I find only scars.