Happiness?Mature

It seemed so effortless

However;

That dreaded L word is never what it seems

It starts with a heart ache which is beautiful

But ends with heart ache which is ugly, terrifying and cursed

Once broken, forever broken

So why not keep it broken?

Leave. Walk away.

Take hold of the sharpest knife,

Hide in your bedroom,

Eat… Cut… Die…

Death is the only true happiness

The End

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