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She says she’s never been sad,
Never is.
She carefully labels and bottles all her emotions,
Stacking them on a shelf on one side of the room.
She always leaves the cap off of happiness
So its fragrance always fills the air
And you think it’s always spilling out.
You try to say,
“It’s okay,
It’s real, not wrong.”
And she laughs and laughs and laughs
And through a manufactured smile says,
“But I’m happy.”
