Joyous MiseryA Poem by KJ Hernandez I can't recall ever being happy, so I don't know *how* to be happy. And I'm terrified of doing new things, so I don't even *want* to be happy. It's sad.
Happiest at my worst,
I could never be content With being content. I crave the ache, I long to suffer; I live, I breathe, It hurts. Seeking refuge in familiar shadows, I am at peace. © 2013 KJ Hernandez |
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KJ HernandezCTAboutI...find it hard to talk to people. So if I don't really respond to comments, it's probably because I'm scared that people are noticing me. more..Writing
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