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Although the world is right and sun outside my view, it is through the exterior of my own eyes that others may see the clouds and rain toward my inside. The worry that storms there.

It is a sorrow I wish was not so easily perceived.

Is it weakness to show emotion?

I don't mean it to be dramatic, truly in silence and relaxation the gender of my mind is read in ease, sad, though I experience happiness continually.

What oxymoron my state appears.