"What did you ever become?" you asked.
I said, "I was told to be smiles and bright eyed happiness, but sometimes I can't find anything to laugh at."
"I don't want to be here," you said.
It seems like I almost always have that effect on everyone.
"You aren't the first one to think like me."
And I just want to be like everyone else. Why can't I be
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