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Launched into a world of hit or miss sadness and fickle happiness,

we ricochet between days of smiles and tears, should and shouldn’t, could and couldn’t,

searching for crevices to stash our unique angularities while hoping love gives us a shove towards happiness.

Learning is a glacier greening all in its wake, spanning the great divide between who we are and who we could become. What we don’t know appears through rips in our armor torn by the jagged edges of failure hurtled by crosswinds of change blasting past yesterday, wiping memory clean with a ragged sponge.

I struggle to keep forgetfulness from shrinking my already truncated day

but am left with only the rapture of having put up a fitting fight and through a peek hole

See all that I have done does not extrapolate beyond the next breath.

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