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Apr 2022
Being happy
It's such a weird, foreign feeling
It comes randomly
And leaves just as easily
Yet at the bottom of it
There's always a set of people that bring it
They come by and it comes along naturally
Humans are made to be social creatures
But it's still crazy to me that I've found them
Those 3 that bring me that immediate happiness
Will it last?
Who knows maybe not but I'm happy to have it
Or at least in the moment
It will be these people that seem so ordinary
That I'll remember years into the future
My source of light even in the darkest times
A source of comfort to balance the danger
I'm just happy to have people that I can look at and smile and get that same smile back
Valya
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Valya  18/F
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