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To love them as our own
and then lose them
and later on realizing they were never ours
...
there's a kind of emptiness that lingers on.

You spend your whole life trying to fill it
with moments of happiness
as the strands of hair fall through your fingers
like the days that slip away from your hands.

All in all there are no reservations for happiness
for it's all in your mind
you can create the world you want to live
you should create it
because it's the only way you'll survive it.