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I write a lot. Every seconds, every hours, every day, every month. But I realize you won't come back.


How we are supposed to be happy

I hugged the winter in you
It shattered away
following my guts

You will never believe
How we slayed each other
during the summertime

I want you to be happy
But my heart ache every time you smile

so tell me

How we are supposed to be happy?

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