and that doesn't feel like a good thing
because I know I won't be.
But it feels like something I have to do,
it feels like a mask I have to put on,
a wall I have to put up.
Because all I want right now is to
wrap up my dishes
take down my pictures
throw away the trash
and leave.
I don't think determining to be happy is real happiness.
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