Processing Love

I bought a drunk a drink
and just added to the troubles
of the world
Trying to keep the peace,
calm and still the pain of lack,
little did I know
how tight I had placed the grips
Forever in bondage,
so am I
For happiness and love
does not make the world go round
Only does misery befall the woefully attached

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