Can a person steal happiness? Or is just another internal, infernal human trick?
Can a person steal happiness? Or is just another internal, infernal human trick?
Don't make me happy. Please, don't fill meup and let me think that something good can come of any of this. Look at my bruises. Look at this graze. Do you see this graze inside me? Do you see it before your very eyes, eroding me? I don't want to hope for anything more.
Like most misery, it started with apparent happiness.
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