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A
visitor came to me in the midst of long despair.
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I
opened wide the door, and eyed him there.
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"Why,
hello Misery. I haven't seen you in a while.
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I've
missed your cheery face and friendly smile."
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He
didn't bother with the casual salutation.
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He
merely said, "I've come upon invitation."
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Sitting
down, he right made himself at home.
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And
says, "Now I'm here, but still you're alone."
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I
offered him some cookies, milk, and tea.
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"I'm
not hungry. Thanks, but none for me."
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I
collapsed there, my face set into a plastered frown.
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"Tell
me, friend. Just what's got you feeling down?"
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I
said that nothing's wrong. Everything is fine.
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Looking
shattered and torn is not necessarily a sign
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Of
being melancholy, gloomy and ill-begotten.
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The
reasons for my present state are all forgotten.
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He
got up to leave, but fear then raised my protest.
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"You
must not leave. Only this of you, do I request."
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Turning
back, he smiled, with every intention to stay.
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And
here in my soul, we're happily miserable to this day.
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