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I feel... at peace...
It seems as if all the things that were attacking me, they are gone now.
They melted away. Like snow in the bright, happy sunlight.
Finally.
I knew that they could not last.
But even though they are gone,
The thoughts still make me wince.
But that's normal.
The songs
They no longer make me think
Of what is lost
But rather, the happy memories.
The songs are sweet again.

Umm... huh... well, that kinda failed at being happy. So much for doing a happy improv poem... it's not even that good of a poem... what do I even call it? Let's try this again.