Forced smiles is to mutilation
what anger is to love
happiness is to disillusionment
what death is to reality
roaming in a constant search
the feelings never settle
happiness is a gun
and my bullets are gone.
Author notes
I don't know.
I feel like writing...
Comments
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Hmm....I like this for some reason. It has a bitter kind of taste to it. I really like the title.



