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Happiness has always been elusive Fleeting like a crisp breeze. Randomly uncontrollable and untamable, but enjoyable when rarely experienced. But that is not entirely true. Wallowing here in my bed, shut off from all that exists drowning myself in my own darkness: I am much less likely to find that breeze
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May 22, 2020
May 22, 2020 at 2:41 PM UTC
A Breeze
Happiness has always been elusive Fleeting like a crisp breeze. Randomly uncontrollable and untamable, but enjoyable when rarely experienced. But that is not entirely true. Wallowing here in my bed, shut off from all that exists drowning myself in my own darkness: I am much less likely to find that breeze
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May 22, 2020
May 22, 2020 at 2:41 PM UTC
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