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Feb 2015
At the end of the day,
she smiles. She is happy,
and that's all I ever wanted.
Choking back something
that sticks in my throat and
waters my eyes,
She's happy, and I'm not.
I should have beenΒ more carefulΒ 
with my wishes.
Written by
toulouse
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