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Peace and Woe
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I am not sad
For the sake
Of being sad.
I dream
Rose colored
Dreams,
Wish upon
Celestial stars,
And hot-glue wings
Of glitter
On my back.
Sometimes I fall
400 floors
And crush
My fragile body.
Sometimes stars
Seem far away;
Hidden behind
Thunder's gate.
And sometimes my dreams
Bleed black and white.
But when I'm troubled
Do I not inhale Night's
Fresh air,
And try again when
The sun regains its
Control?
And yet they say
I'm sad
For the sake
Of being sad.
For the sake
Of being sad.
I dream
Rose colored
Dreams,
Wish upon
Celestial stars,
And hot-glue wings
Of glitter
On my back.
Sometimes I fall
400 floors
And crush
My fragile body.
Sometimes stars
Seem far away;
Hidden behind
Thunder's gate.
And sometimes my dreams
Bleed black and white.
But when I'm troubled
Do I not inhale Night's
Fresh air,
And try again when
The sun regains its
Control?
And yet they say
I'm sad
For the sake
Of being sad.
![[DOLL] Star](https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/1c1bd677-186b-4900-9e03-8fc6e25d8685/d8jmgfd-e15a3b56-086d-4962-8cd9-d4681a1e4a9b.png/v1/crop/w_150,h_150,x_0,y_0,scl_1/_doll__star_by_ayinai_d8jmgfd-92s-2x.png?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MTUwIiwicGF0aCI6IlwvZlwvMWMxYmQ2NzctMTg2Yi00OTAwLTllMDMtOGZjNmUyNWQ4Njg1XC9kOGptZ2ZkLWUxNWEzYjU2LTA4NmQtNDk2Mi04Y2Q5LWQ0NjgxYTFlNGE5Yi5wbmciLCJ3aWR0aCI6Ijw9MTUwIn1dXSwiYXVkIjpbInVybjpzZXJ2aWNlOmltYWdlLm9wZXJhdGlvbnMiXX0.ztOSdTCp_7RRos3m1vlaqYvV9rNTPnlmrZs0HwfQHd0)
![[DOLL] Star](https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/1c1bd677-186b-4900-9e03-8fc6e25d8685/d8jmgfd-e15a3b56-086d-4962-8cd9-d4681a1e4a9b.png/v1/crop/w_92,h_92,x_0,y_0,scl_0.61333333333333/_doll__star_by_ayinai_d8jmgfd-92s.png?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MTUwIiwicGF0aCI6IlwvZlwvMWMxYmQ2NzctMTg2Yi00OTAwLTllMDMtOGZjNmUyNWQ4Njg1XC9kOGptZ2ZkLWUxNWEzYjU2LTA4NmQtNDk2Mi04Y2Q5LWQ0NjgxYTFlNGE5Yi5wbmciLCJ3aWR0aCI6Ijw9MTUwIn1dXSwiYXVkIjpbInVybjpzZXJ2aWNlOmltYWdlLm9wZXJhdGlvbnMiXX0.ztOSdTCp_7RRos3m1vlaqYvV9rNTPnlmrZs0HwfQHd0)
Sometimes I can't escape the sadness, but I always try to find peace somewhere. I tend to find this happy medium between sadness and peacefulness that I just can't properly explain. Could things get better? Yes. But things aren't worse, and that's something to focus on.
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I totally get this. My dad has it in his head that I'm "happy being sad"? That.... makes no sense. I don't want to be sad. It's just there.