i never knew there was a difference between happiness and joy until i began to babysit sally. there was a spark in here eyes, a skip in her step that just plain happiness does not have. sometimes i wonder where sally is, how she is. i haven't seen her in years. i hope she's still joy.
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consumed.
Teen Fictionif you aren't careful, you might just let your emotions c o n s u m e you.
