Thursday, September 10, 2009
Happiness, Joy and Love
Happiness, once illusive like a foreign land one dreams of but never visits... Joy, a joke I once spit on when someone dared smile at me for no reason. Love, a tease that left me as fast as it came, drenching me in anger. You, the reality that broke me free of this sorrow; the one who remains when...
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