"Happiness"

"Happiness"

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"You never know what you have till it's gone" Well it's gone, I knew what I had all along and guess what? That didn't stop it from falling apart. Happiness is a myth. A big bowl of lies that people try to get you to believe in. Once you open your eyes, you'll realize it's not real. So don't get your hopes up for anything. The happiness is limited and artificial. It's deception and fraudulent. Don't bite in. Its a bowl of nails waiting to destroy that cute little smile you've worked all your life to accomplish. Don't think that it gets better. That's just what they tell you, it only gets worse so buckle up and have fun. Life's to short to believe in fairytales, and believe me, happiness is the biggest one.
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