Happiness
It's not an object. Not person. Not a place.
Happiness cannot be obtained so easily.
It's silently drifting in front of you.
Taunting, teasing.
Reach out. Trust me.
It's out there. I promise.
Take it from me.
From a girl who grew up with nothing and no one.
I found it. I found the reason to live.
It's this feeling.
It's over-whelming. It's exciting.
It's absolutly amazing.
Just smile and be thankful.
Laugh, love, live, smile, run, forgive.
You have one life.
Why drag it down?
Make the best of it.
Just try it. Please?
If not for me, than for you.
Find your happiness.
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