Poetical prose : Hello happiness ( irony)
It’s total humiliation, not being myself, crying inside, made evil by their talk, pointed fingers at me, i can see it. It’s sad not to be at peace, forgetting to eat, to sleep, they make me hate myself, they make my body ache and that is unbearable alone. I’ve shown countless virtues, never recognised for any of it, always the negative and the depressive state of mind around, hello happiness ( irony).
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