Hana

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Maybe we are picking the flowers that contain all the happy. However, we then forget who we are in a sense. We forget that the pain that comes with happiness, is what makes us stronger. There might be an equilibrium; although, human beings are selfish and will pick the flowers that look prettiest. Henceforth, that is the fake happiness.

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