Because Im Happy

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Sometimes I really start to wonder who I am

I go to church and I remember

but then as soon as i walk out the doors and forget again

in this seemingly endless cycle I go,

over and

over and

over

Who am I?

I looked into the dusty mirror, mounted in my room on the wall

I pulled a smile onto my face

Happy.

I was content with me

I pushed a clownish frown on

I looked ridiculous

I sputtered and laughed

I looked into that dusty mirror and realized something

I am happy

Oh so very happy

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