When a man loses his motivation,
His darker side shows its affection,
Affection towards being seen and being heard
as well as to have others know that it is not weird.
The smile radiates not love...but sadness;
What is open is not the heart...but a warped bard,
Every joke tells of a cruel tale of being loveless,
Every poem is not of light...but of a fallen life.
How could the laugh be an unhappy one?
How could this day be the day of questions?
Memories...changing;
Laughing...without meaning.
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Blessings,
Joker44