voices from many different places

screaming with joy and laughter of their own new found
prosperity

Seeing these each of one are holding, telling each other
stories of wonderful time

not having one, i want to bury myself under blankets till
the voices and faces go away

Just to give up on hope thinking I might live that day, but
to many tries have teared apart

There is no such happiness that could revolve around me
once had grown, but not enough to live and see it's stem
grow longer; thought it's now forbidden under true reasons

my thoughts can't make great probability happen while I see
others go further with their optimism

voices from many different places

bursting with positivity around others

silence around where I hide
picking up the peices of the extinct happines, that once
lived here

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