First there is silence
Which soon becomes denial
Close your eyes for seconds
Before you start to smile
That works
HOS: Happy Outward State
Beaming a skylight into the faces
Of everyone you hate
But;
Mannerisms can be found out
So you gamble instead
No interest in interest rates
As you rest your aching head
Two options remain
Alcohol and drugs
Short term solutions
In Poison crystal mugs
So you play God, and create
Something new and real
But emotions made from memories
Very rarely heal
Acceptance is the final chapter
The ending of your book
No Cure for Sadness
Although it's worth another look?
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