That was the question I was asked.
Have you ever seen anyone happy when they are sad? When their heart is in pieces? I look sad because I am sad. Full stop.
I can't help but to mope around as long as there is no closure. I feel bad for passing my miserable mood to other people. I know, I know, nobody cares how my monkey is. It's a long and lonely journey that I am forced to take with my monkey. Only the two of us.
Why do people even need to care? If my monkey dies now, the world will still be going on its merry way while I am left to mend my broken heart.
Have you ever seen anyone happy when they are sad? When their heart is in pieces? I look sad because I am sad. Full stop.
I can't help but to mope around as long as there is no closure. I feel bad for passing my miserable mood to other people. I know, I know, nobody cares how my monkey is. It's a long and lonely journey that I am forced to take with my monkey. Only the two of us.
Why do people even need to care? If my monkey dies now, the world will still be going on its merry way while I am left to mend my broken heart.
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