happiness-
is it a myth or truth
all i know is that we spend our lives
searching for the person
the place or thing
that brings a genuine, permanent
smile to our face
is it a myth or is it truth?
do we spend so long searching
outside us
when what we long
can only be achieved by us
does happiness live inside us
and if it does
why is it so hard to find?
why is being truly happy
the one thing we yearn for
the one place inside ourselves
that is so unreachable
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poetry book
Poetryhonestly i dont want anyone to read this, its just to get my thoughts down lol
