They tell me to smile.
To be happy.
Do they understand how hard it is to be happy when the clouds in the sly seem gray on a sunny day?
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Fogged Mind
PoetryJust some random crap I think up. Cover photo is mine, enjoy my crappy photography skills.
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They tell me to smile.
To be happy.
Do they understand how hard it is to be happy when the clouds in the sly seem gray on a sunny day?
