When you have a spark of happiness, but it slips through your fingers.

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To have this burden laid down upon me is a tremendous feat.

To just conquer it all.

Somewhere, deep down inside, is a little strength; hidden.

Not knowing how to reach it, you slowly proceed.

With such delicate and forming lives in you hands; you tremble.

Any little turbulence will scare it away.

With eggshells under you toes, you crunch.

Nervous to confuse it, you trick it into something else.

With it finally within your grasp, it falls, hidden once more.

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