Sight

I saw you today. You seemed happy, and I wondered. Are you happy because you think I’m with him, or are you happy because you know I walked away before he could ask? Are you happy because you think I am, or are you happy because you see through my fake smile? Does your happiness even have anything to do with me? Are you even happy? I want to ask you, but I doubt you’ll answer. I want to tell you everything, but I doubt it will make sense. I need to save myself.

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