A small child's laughter,
Wildflowers in the spring.
These should be smiling memories;
Yet, to me, tears they bring.
She never met a stranger,
She'll never know pain
Is it merely selfish, to want her here
Or a reason to go insane?
Attracted to misery
A desire for pain and heartache
How many wrong choices?
What will it take?
So many happy memories,
Why must I be so sad?
Will I ever let go of the pain?
And cherish the laughter we had?
Time makes it easier
to make it through each day
Take time to remember
because memories fade away
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