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Not to be brought about by possesions. Though it looks like now no one understands. Happiness lays in the trees, humming along as the leaves sway. It forms in the sounds you hear distantly while you sit, and breathe. Happiness comes to those who are open to it; not to those trying to force it.
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Aug 17, 2017
Aug 17, 2017 at 11:09 PM UTC
Happiness.
Not to be brought about by possesions. Though it looks like now no one understands. Happiness lays in the trees, humming along as the leaves sway. It forms in the sounds you hear distantly while you sit, and breathe. Happiness comes to those who are open to it; not to those trying to force it.
camm-lynn
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Aug 17, 2017
Aug 17, 2017 at 11:09 PM UTC
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