Happiness.
I know this Is long over due.
But this is my feelings on happiness.
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Bubbling feelings,
Spilling to the top of my body.
A nausea, but still comfortable.
A feeling of health.
Not knocking anything.
Having complete, overwhelming joy.
Feeling gay ( happy) at any moments notice.
Never worrying about anything because
Hakuna muther fucking Matata
This feeling is what people crave. It's what people want.
all anybody wants is complete and utter happiness.
Something to appease the pain.
Something that only few people actually achieve.
Happiness is probably the greatest thing in the world.
Especially designed for everyone.
Yet no one seems to be able to achieve it.
It's like a guy you want and can't have.
Or girl, I don't know your taste.
Happiness
Is what I want.
I'm not going to stress about it.
But all I know is is that when I'm happy.
Nobody can touch me.
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Heart of Moss
PoesiaThis is a book of my everyday life and what I feel. This is my life and I would love for you to live through it with me. It's from rants, to poetry, to just plain writing. It's bout whatever sucks ass or whatever is unbelievably awesome and whatever...
