I kept thinking someday
I'll be better.
Getting better was my goal -
it meant getting back to normal.
But then I remembered
being normal was unknown,
and unhappy.
So now I think getting happy is like ...
eating cotton candy.
To be looked forward to
at the end of the fair, and only in small doses.
Maybe someday I can have it at the beginning of the fair.
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