chapter 7

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Dear Happiness,
I thought I knew who you were,maybe I did but you were temprorary.Its true that you need to put you and your happiness first I knew it that time.

But now I realize what was missing, me,myself.I did not know me and I found things which made me visit you and go back to you each time.

But the idea of staying with you was a dream and it frustrated me that one time I broke the vase and cried uncontrollably on why did i feel you often and not always.

Let me tell you happiness I found you,when the same night instead of going out I prayed and found peace and then finally,You.

Love,
E
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