Was it a dream?
We were so happy.
It was too short.
I messed it up, didn't I?
My happiest days were with you.
Fell through my fingers like sand.
Now I scramble desperately for the little granules of happiness.
So far all I've done is get tired.
But I can't give up.
It's not that I won't,
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