smeared clouds & splintered teardrops

happy to be sad

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i’d be happy to be

someone else

i hate the things i see—

you’re behind me now and

i can’t look back

the fog is too thick

i cannot see

my eyes are falling out happy…

…sad happy to be sad

the clouds crash together

the sun hides in fear

i’m sinking in a river that the

clouds have helped me cry yet i am happy…

happy to be sad