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Literary (Submission): OxyMoron
I am clearly confused
I can't act naturally
But it feels weirdly normal
For I am definitely a maybe
I am an open secret,
Who appears to be invisible
Only looked at, when found missing
It feels amazingly miserable.
It is too cruel to be too kind
It's like being a wise fool
Giving everything for nothing,
For something beautifully painful
But as a primary conclusion:
Life is a beautiful disaster.
Where there are memories forgotten,
And long, deafening silences
Even with all these paradoxical ironies,
I'm contented with this sweet agony
For I am awfully lucky,
To be alone together with the one who makes me happy.
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