Was it a dream?


We were so happy.

So childlike.

So carefree.

What happened?

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,

I can't.

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