You suffer unto me. I've smiled just to make others ache. I've tortured others with my happiness. I've made them feel bad just because of the mere fact that I've been feeling great, but I never lie about it. When I say I've been great, I have been.
You stab me, you come back to me, I'm great, you're dead inside, your loss becomes my gain. My smile becomes your tears. My happiness becomes your depression. My rapture becomes your agony.
And to whoever reads this, I'm not typing this about any specific events that happened recently, just things in the past. Don't assume things.
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