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| Photo By: ShineALight |
It is so damn easy,
To fake happiness, to fool ourselves.
I sat there thinking if being happy is a sin,
Loosing control over my body.
Feelings were getting awkward,
with every passing second.
I felt too clothed among attractive,
Like a sole spectator among performers.
Music started flowing in my veins,
Heart pumped at irregular intervals.
Colorful liquids were served in transparent glasses,
and caused people to shake legs madly.
Yes, I surrendered,
not sure to devil or to my true self.

