

My HappinessWe sit for hours on end Talking About nothing About everything Sometimes I sit in silence Taking comfort in the knowledge that she is there She who makes me laugh She who makes me cry A light in the dark A source of joy in a desolate world She knows not how much she means to me She is, and always will be My happinessMy Happiness
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I LIKE TYPING IN CAPITALS BECAUSE IT FEELS LIKE I'M SHOUTING IN YOUR HEAD
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