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Feeling blocked up.
Can’t seem to think straight.
Everything is foreign
And nothing adds up.
Over and over we go
Because repetition is key
But what of happiness?
Where is that key?

It’s not so hard to get
If you know the way
I found my key
Now let me help find yours.

It’s a small little thing
Probably buried down deep
Under the boxes you’ve stashed
With the secrets you stored
around the ghosts of past regret
buried beneath the lies:
The lies you hear
The lies you believe
The lies you tell yourself.

Can you see it now?
What it is you’re looking for?
I do because it is YOU.
The key is getting to know you.
Know what happiness means
Know what you believe
And never doubt yourself
or the key to happiness.