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Where am I
Happiness is a fickle thing it comes and goes for when its leaving nobody knows. one moment you can be on cloud 9 riding high enjoying life, then bam the fall from grace and all u can do is look at where you use to be as u sprial down to this sunken place. rays of hope shine down you reach out to grab it and realize it's just light and your hand passes right through. you stumble feeling around in the darkens not knowing what to do u hear voice telling you stand up press on you can make it but you don't trust it because you can't see it your feet feel heavy your steps tend to drag you shoulders feel like they're buckling under the weight u try to move but can't tell If you've gone anywhere you close your eyes and just when ur about to give in and let the darkness take over u feel this warmth on your hand you slowly open ur eyes it takes a minute to adjust first u see a hand grasping yours gentle yet firm its comforting. u begin to raise ur head ur eyes slowly perusing the body that stands before you as you get closer to their face your feet feel light and u try to stand slow at first then u see it a smile gone is the weight u stand straight up your eyes meet and hope slowly begins to return. u take a tiny step forward and u stumble but this figure catches you in their arms you melt in their embrace tears begin to form a mix of sadness and joy
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