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You've made me laugh

Alive

it felt so well

so i cried in understanding that of course joy isn't all you've ever felt;

Sometimes i worry for you 'cause the world seems out to sell

the fallacy that misery adds value to a given person's soul

You know i think that's bull--

--shit;

i guess i'm a hypocrite to ask you not to worry about anything; i worry about you worrying all the time

To me your mind's a bird that flies

& i'd cry if they'd clip your wings

because they represent the things that if existent make existence worth it

& the way you say it's worth it

kinda makes me want to sing:

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