Love is Lonely

What is Happy?

What is Happy?
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As the clock ticks down, the time has come.
To see what I have done, to all my loved ones.
Another year is gone, that nothing went my way.
After so long, that’s just another day.
I’m a mistake to all, even to myself.
Another lovely year, to look at my life’s hell.
As the clock ticks down, I’ve shed my last tear.
Something to look back on, another f@#*ed up year.