The Hardest Part

Sometimes the hardest part is watching everyone around me being so happy and enjoying the day and life.

Meanwhile, I’m crumbling to pieces, and nobody notices. Am I that good at hiding it, or have others become so accustomed to my curmudgeonly ways, that they just think this is me and nothing is wrong?

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