Why do all good things come to an end?
I wish I was always happy.
Happy like the day I saw my mum smile for the first time in months.
Happy like when the ice cream van came to school.
Why am I not constantly full of joy.
I always feel whenever I’m actually enjoying life it will stick. Like I will forever be permanently happy. That’s what I deserve right?
But it doesn’t, as nothing does.
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