The older I get the more I realize the less I know. I miss; too many things I can never have again. I struggle to allow that to be a normal thing. The future is now. Even moment is slipping away into the next and before you know it the present has become something else, the past. I'm tired of crying. I want to laugh, and the laugh be real and lasting. Happiness is a fleeting thing. Others are happy. I'm just... wanting to smile again.
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