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Jun 2018
Waking up every morning on a mission to search for happiness
It didn't come this morning
Maybe later,
Maybe tonight,
Maybe tomorrow,
Maybe in a month, a year?
Possibly never.
Everyday is a battle trying to experience this thing so called "happiness"
Where is it?
What does it look like?
How does it feel?
Will I ever know?
Written by
Mars  30/F/Toronto
(30/F/Toronto)   
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   JL Smith
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