After a long time in life everything seemed good,
no one really hurt me and no one was rude.
I admired life for pampering me,
it gave me no sorrow nor grief to see.
I was addicted to elation,
and how blissful seemed every relation.
I made happiness a habit,still wondering why?,
wasn't I aware every sentiment can die.
When the time came for a bit of sorrow,
why wasn't there a way for some more joy to borrow?
I know I was a jerk to give such a thought,
so stupid was I to think that happiness could be bought.
But whatever may be the brutal pain,
I know life taught me a lesson again...
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