Everything is so fragile.
There's so much conflict, so much pain...
you keep waiting for the dust to settle
and then you realise
This is it!
The dust is your life going on.
If happy comes along, that weird underable delight that's actual happy
I think you have to grap it while you can.
You take what you can get, 'cause it's here and then...
Gone
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