You are not a mind reader
I am not a happiness breeder
I am not happy with you and your disposition isn't either
Should we have invented a meter
to gauge our joy, instead of one for teeth grinders and teethers
I wouldn't be at whitt's end, wth, to my throat, a meat cleaver
The answer isn't suicide
Of course, it never is
But the pain gettin there is a
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