you say you are happy but what is happiness? is it laughing at a good joke, hugging a close friend, talking all night on the phone, playing with your dog, watching the clouds go by? But what about the rest of your day? the insults, the fights, the betrayals when you lose a friend, when you fail a test, when you forget your dreams, when you can't go on. Are you really happy or just naive to pain?
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