Bright Skies

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For once, everything seems nice.
The crows that normally follow me around haven't been seen in days.
They used to creep around me eyeing me with obvious curiosity.
But now they're no longer in sight.
As if they're afraid of my happiness.
For once in my life, I can say that I am truly happy.

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