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It's funny how the little things Like breakfast for dinner With your best friends Or playing hide and seek At ten o'clock Under fluorescent lights Can make your life significantly better. With every laugh I felt my body smiling I felt my cheeks reddening with joy And I felt my soul being warmed By the best company. It doesn't matter Where you are; Fast food at midnight, Huddled in a seated car, Sitting on plush carpets next to A roaring fire, Talking, writing, laughing, ranting, it's the company, It's knowing that people trust you With their secrets, Care enough to make you smile, Want you to be with them- That's what matters. Saturday night I laughed until I cried. For the first time In days Weeks I felt connected- I felt wanted and loved, and most of all, For once, I felt happy.
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Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 9:50 AM UTC
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It's funny how the little things Like breakfast for dinner With your best friends Or playing hide and seek At ten o'clock Under fluorescent lights Can make your life significantly better. With every laugh I felt my body smiling I felt my cheeks reddening with joy And I felt my soul being warmed By the best company. It doesn't matter Where you are; Fast food at midnight, Huddled in a seated car, Sitting on plush carpets next to A roaring fire, Talking, writing, laughing, ranting, it's the company, It's knowing that people trust you With their secrets, Care enough to make you smile, Want you to be with them- That's what matters. Saturday night I laughed until I cried. For the first time In days Weeks I felt connected- I felt wanted and loved, and most of all, For once, I felt happy.
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Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 9:50 AM UTC
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