Same Shit, Different Day.

I tried. I tried. But it did not help.

I tried with patience. But it did not help.

I tried being busy. Sometimes I slept a lot, but woke up with the same old face. It did not help.

I tried smiling in the mirror, I practiced. It did not help.

I walked, and walked, to find a place where I could sit alone, and close my eyes. Where I could see, dream, and cry.

I even tried hiding in the crowd, behind colors, in darkness. But it did not help.

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