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Earbuds


It's an earbuds type of day.

You can tell because

My music is loud

and I don't speak.

Do you know what that means?

It means I don't feel good,

that I don't want to be here,

That I'm tired.

Not many understand,

But I guess people notice

because my grimace is large.

I really do like being happy;

It's just hard when life descends

and offers me earbuds.

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