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Jan 2023
Too much happiness is like an illness
that you lie in bed for waiting until it
leaves your body.

Just as you are laughing, cracking up,
closing your eyes and throwing your head back,
you get well again. And stop laughing.

I couldn't imagine a lifetime of being sick
with happiness. I've never been sick for
more than a week. My immune system
is far too strong.
LJW
Written by
LJW  52/F/Baltimore
(52/F/Baltimore)   
100
   SUDHANSHU KUMAR
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