“Happy” is a taunting word. It’s a word whispering, “This is how you will never feel.” It whispers slyly in my ear, “You will never be happy. You see that boy with the crooked smile sitting on his front porch playing his violin? You can’t have him. Not for long, at least. Go on and try. He will be taken away soon enough. You can’t make him happy. You will never be happy either. Happiness floats around you and twists your hair in the passing breeze, but you can’t catch it. It’s like trying to grab on to water in a cold creek. You can’t. You see happiness all around you but you can never have it.”486Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡY0smbRxlpC
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