Chioce
It can be easy to give into depression and sadness.
It's always knocking on the door
Staring in the window
Hiding in the closet
Laughing in the mirror
Laying in the bed
but I prefer happiness and love
She is sharing her heart
She is looking into my eyes
She is smiling in my direction
She knows who I am. . . and still,
She is always there for me
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