Am i happy?
Well it aint crappy!
But at times i miss the i that was . . .
At eve i met you and lost me.
I can not find it back again,
All i see is the mighty we.
You borrowed all my sorrows,
And made eve become morrows.
I am you and i cant be anything but you.
you have filled me, you have engulfed me,
I cannot be anything but you
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