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Oct 2012
Happiness
Hit her
Like a train
On a
Track.

Knocked her out,
Tied her up,
And took her
Back.

And Happiness
Loved her.
And Happiness cared.

She clung to Happiness
As much as she dared.

But when Happiness
Left
Her
As Happiness
Will

Her body
Closed down,
And in came a
Chill

A cold front
Clouded
Above her head.

She spoke not a word,
Until they found her dead.

Happiness
Hit her
Like a train
On a
Track.

Coming
Towards her,
Stock still,
No turning back
Thanks to Florence + The Machine for letting me use Dog Days Are over
Emily Tyler
Written by
Emily Tyler  New York City
(New York City)   
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