Happiness
Something so unreal, it can't even truly be described. It has so many conditions that this world could never fulfill. This world is too imperfect to keep with the what ifs and alsos and sometimes and shoulds. There is too much sadness for hapiness to be achieved, truly.
Its like a manmade element. The second it's there, it's gone.
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