Did not care if the world would end at that point.
All felt appropriate, all utopian.
Then the storm hit, out of nowhere.
Guilt, extreme guilt...for being happy.
For one's happiness leads to another's misery.
That other was one's friend, one's friend.
At that point, all that blossomed collapsed.
For that bridge had almost completely burned.
If one were to cross, the world would have ended.
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