Those things, those little things that still can make me smile, those words. I'm gonna hold onto them as if my life was depending on it. Like a child holds on to its favorite toy, I'm gonna hold on to them. I'm sick and tired of faking my happiness. I'd be lost without those moments, and those words. But they scare me, those little things and those words, there's nothing that scares me more. 
Will I lose it all?


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