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As So Many Do
Illyria, AtS
(a poem)

Life's not fair,

they say, and I

tell them that I don't know

the meaning of the word.

Nights last

longer than they should, and angry

red returns

as a reminder.

I tell myself again and

again that it's

circumstantial. Evidence goes a long way

to contradict me.

The tragedy of my

life remains that no one can see

its tragedy. A paradox

I've yet to escape.

Happiness must be

shared, they say.

I quietly consider that happiness only

lasts so long.

I dream

when I'm awake, and often

dream of sleep. Why must my eyes

only open wider

The ghosts that

haunt me grow strong. I fear

they will never leave

my side.