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Feb 2014
Happiness is like the phases of the moon.
It slowly builds up until it reaches its peak.
But right after that, there's an emptiness
that cannot be explained.
Like all your happiness just vanished,
faded, went away.
And you're left with nothing, in the dark,
trying to start the process once again.
Ralph Albors
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Ralph Albors  Puerto Rico
(Puerto Rico)   
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