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Sep 2015
Happiness, I was always told,
is not bought

But I’ve spent a
million days trying
to save for it

I sold the laughter
of my childhood
for less than a dollar

Each piece of my
heart went for a
quarter

The smiles of love
were the only thing
I kept

But I will sell that
for another
glimpse of
happiness

Everything has a price. -DDF
Destiny Fleming
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Destiny Fleming  The Abyss
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