by Kronin O. Wanderforth
ripped from a place of happiness
and warmth opening eyes against
too much light wishing for just
one more hour,
minute, second, lifetime in the place
where I knew how to
be happy instead of the misery I'm in now

We can't be happy all the time.
Sometimes ourselves get the better of Ourselves
and how better to feel the happiness of extreme happiness
than to know the sadness in Despair

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