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Self-Created Misery
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Personal (Melancholy) No one knows the pain I feel;
I smile to the world as if
I am not falling apart within.
Smell the roses, they say,
but all I feel are the thorns
making me bleed inside.
Maybe this is my own hell,
self-created misery
that scorches all my hope.
Perhaps this isn’t how I have to live.
Lovely!
Great work! SS
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."