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A GENUINE UNHAPPINESS
Everyone with their sewn smiles
At least some can say theirs is unfeigned
I may not have the perfect life
As which to make for me
All of my days
The weight of despair keeps me in the darkest room
Leaving no room for escape
The rest of the world is so jovial it makes me sick!
They do no know gloom
Their happiness blinds them
At least some can say theirs is unfeigned
I may not have the perfect life
As which to make for me
All of my days
The weight of despair keeps me in the darkest room
Leaving no room for escape
The rest of the world is so jovial it makes me sick!
They do no know gloom
Their happiness blinds them
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