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Jul 21
I used to think,
Joy was the absence of sadness;
Of fear, suffering, and
Fault.
But now,
I see joy as
Embracing pleasures in the pain;
The simple and sublime,
The now and not yet.
Written by
Bekah Halle  43/F/Australia
(43/F/Australia)   
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