I could say it everyday of my life.
The more I do it, the less important it is.
Though, it's something I don't really advise.
Your smiles come so fast for absolutely nothing,
I hope that they never leave your face,
And get buried deep inside, to never come out,
Because you ultimately forget this place.
And your play, if it could only last forever,
My job will be done for you.
Not that that has gotten me very far.
Of course, I have yet to do all that I will do.
And it's alright,
If I have to support you until I die,
At least you'll have the memory to go to,
When you're wondering about the point of life.
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