Happiness Is A Personal Thing
Happiness: it consist of small pieces
Beautiful, extraordinary moments
It's not general, it's not social
It's personal, it's contagious
It's what echoes to your soul
It can summoned at any moment
Like shaking your piggy bank
Checking every bit of it to enjoy
Pull something piercing bright
To alive a soul that's waiting.
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