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H.A.P.P.Y.

Happiness is a luxurious illusion, an occasion of my gargoyle's silence.
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Anguish may be the only sustenance to extinguish my ruthless self loathing.
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Preventing my shadow from escaping my psychological being is vital.  
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Perhaps I'm unworthy of happiness at all.
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Young still I may be, but anarchy is all I see.
Written by mute_harlequin (Mutequin)
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