Personal Misery
i slowly open my eyes to the bright new day beams of sunshine creep through the window my four legged form of happiness lay at my feet purring content with his life but me not so much happiness never befalls me almost like a ghost or a fable I get up from bed and grab my bottle of synthetic happiness time to start a new day
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