what the fuck is happiness, it's lost here, temporarily. a smile, a day, time with donnie, the smell of grass at the barn, cliches. maybe people, maybe people or things i love are important. but i'm sitting here writing and it's words, word vomit, like shannyn's monologue, the weight of the words is unbearable sometimes, the words "i can't do this
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