not in the way you think i have, anyway.
In truth I am just as happy now as I was then
My actions speak otherwise
Because it is a different sort of sadness
instead of the relentless numbness of last year
i now face a cacophony of emotions
each harder, sharper and more fleeting than the last
I behave differently
Because the last remedy was unsuccessful
Each day I assess what I am willing to give up, in order to keep going.
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Have you ever felt like you were reading something from your own journal? That's how I feel right now.
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