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Nov 2016
This world can not take the pressure to maintain glory and happiness
So one must never believe that their bubble of absolute happy will last
For one only one can be happy
And so the other must be sad
One will never find two pieces of happiness in one place
There will always be a rise for one
And a fall for another
Perhaps you were at the epitome of happiness...
This, my friend, will not last
Sadness will hit
Your melancholy will Dwell inside you
And another will steal the happiness you prayed to keep
For this is the way of the world...
The Rise and The Fall.
Elizabeth Burns
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Elizabeth Burns  South Africa
(South Africa)   
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