Chapter 33 First Act | 8 months ago

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Liv.

8 months ago.

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I heard and read and saw an excerpt from a book once,

Happiness is like a drug.

It makes people happy,

but it always disappears.

Slips between your fingers,

like when you try to hold rain for the first time.

Or it wears off.

It is a pill.

That I try to take too many times.


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