An unknown, it always hides inside...waiting until the good thing comes and you mean to take it you mean to hold it you mean to make it yours and you mean to say those thoughts... then it makes the mistakes and what you meant is meaningless because the meaning was meant to be lost taken away substituted replaced gone
Reason for writing:
We can't be happy all the time...
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