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Jan 2018
If you're happy and you know it
You aren't really happy
True happiness is not seen or touched
But it is felt
It will wrap around you like a belt
Until you are a slave to happiness
It will pressure and crush you
Until you are a small needleful of happiness
Or a small puddle of happiness in a spoon
Written by
andrew tyrrell  17/M/concord, NH
(17/M/concord, NH)   
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   Surbhi Dadhich
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