Happiness
No more than plume of smoke
To be wisped away by these august winds
Where prosperity resides only to breed false hope.
A tempory state of mind!
Of weak emotion!
We use to mask what real pain is yet to come!
Where death be the true happiness we’ll
find!
For then our pain no longer be here!
A feeble lie we give ourselves !
Oh happiness
Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 11:15 PM UTC
Happiness
No more than plume of smoke
To be wisped away by these august winds
Where prosperity resides only to breed false hope.
A tempory state of mind!
Of weak emotion!
We use to mask what real pain is yet to come!
Where death be the true happiness we’ll
find!
For then our pain no longer be here!
A feeble lie we give ourselves !
Oh happiness
Reality
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