Without Happiness

Happiness brings the living of life

Beginning of many things

Throw away tension of the knife

Eyes full of wonder, delight

Excitement, wondrous sights

But what would it bring to the likes of me?

Nothing

Except the pain of deception,

I will forever be

Without Happiness

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No life within me must

The knife bring what to be

Clouded to see only dark things

Only is what it seems

Happiness is an idea driven by thought

Nothing can prove it, yet, if the will never stops

Happiness will conquer, but when?

No waiting till then,

For happiness may not reach my soul

My pitiful soul

That only holds

What is

So cold, so dark,

What I am without happiness.

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There is still hope

If I believe

I cannot cope

What I do not see

Though this one feeling is something

For everyone but me, to me still nothing

Is there still hope in me?

To what can I be?

Always Without Happiness

Drives me to these things…

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Yeah, it might be obvious who the confused Titan is, though this could be the dark side of everyone of them. Everyone has a dark side, I am sure, not just Raven. You still may decide who the confused Titan is.

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