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And when I think of happy times, I get sad. Is that a human conundrum?



I think of smiles and laughter.

And pools during summer.

Swimsuits,

Family,

Kisses,

Hugs,

Concerts,

and lights.

And New York City at night.



My mind wanders, I see your face.

The smell of a new apartment.

A new life.



Broken promises, and winter.

Endless fighting,

Shattered glass.

Dizziness, fraught with alcohol

and a stranger's touch.



Needles.

And helplessness,

Loneliness,

Desperation.



Fast paced nights with no destination.



And darkness.

So much darkness...

But  



There's

Still

Hope.



I swear, I can make this right again.

Someday.