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My Happiness Is Heavy
Why do I continually ****** my happiness into other peoples arms when they can never hold the weight very long?
My entire world I gift without the slightest hesitation
To a person who never asked to bear my burden
Never wanted the responsibility of taking care of my heart
Of course the life dangling from their fingers isn’t important-
-It is not their obligation to fufill
Whenever you are near me next
I will ****** my smile right out of your clumsy hands
And take back the happiness you so shakily held
If it is not already too late...
Don’t put your happiness in other people’s hands. They’ll drop it, every single time.
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