Entry #7
Guess what?
It seems like the happiest place on earth isn't Disneyland or the carnival or the park surrounded by the kids playing in the playground.
It's your arms that I always rested my head on as you slowly caressed my head with your delicate hands.
It's the place where you beside me, as we drove away from people around us and from the world. Beside you is my happiest place.
——my happiest place
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My Thoughts Turned Into Poetry
PoetryCompilation of my thoughts that I have turned into poetry!
