happy
i forget what it’s like to feel so happy that it pours out of me. i just want to feel it longer than for a few moments like a little sting. i need happy to be bigger and longer and more like a cut, deep and slow to heal. i want to pick at my happiness and open it up when i need it again. i want to have happy scar up all over me so i have proof it lingered.
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