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The trace of a smile crosses my lips
and all too soon, my mind reminds me that happier times are behind me.
A reality
yet, somewhat of a tragedy
like a Shakespearean play
unlikely to end happily.
No longer something to be celebrated to enjoyed
this meaningless existence is something I must endure
and see it through to the end
(which hopefully comes soon)
while searching for a way for this broken heart to mend.
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