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i feel as though happiness is slipping through my fingers
i feel as though i watch it brush up so close to me
yet it feels so tenuous as if it is an illusion that i try to reach for
yet it will always evade me
i feel as though there are moments where i see its many possibilities and yet they are so far and distant from me
i have felt it in the quiet moments of the late night
i have felt it in the early morning as you touch me
but when it's away, it seems as if it will never return
when you grasp for it tightly it only leaps out of sight
when you try to revel in it for just a brief moment
something destroys your faith
you feel only disbelief
we are responsible for our own happiness
when it slips away we can only blame ourselves
i feel as though i watch it brush up so close to me
yet it feels so tenuous as if it is an illusion that i try to reach for
yet it will always evade me
i feel as though there are moments where i see its many possibilities and yet they are so far and distant from me
i have felt it in the quiet moments of the late night
i have felt it in the early morning as you touch me
but when it's away, it seems as if it will never return
when you grasp for it tightly it only leaps out of sight
when you try to revel in it for just a brief moment
something destroys your faith
you feel only disbelief
we are responsible for our own happiness
when it slips away we can only blame ourselves