It Is Impossible Says Your Morose Self
It is impossible, your morose self says.
Do not try it.
You will fail.
Your joyful self laughs at morose's silliness.
We can!
She says.
We do!
We will!
Let's start this second.
But wait, sad sack morose self says.
Do I not get a say?
You already did, joyful self reminds him.
Usurping him in every way.
Thank God!
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