-Happiness-

Happiness was a foreigner in my little palace built upon sadness and misery. Hers was a sojourn and mine was an abode eternal. I wanted her to stay with me and she wanted to escape me… I begged and I pleaded but she ran and ran far out of my reach. Today, I stand in doorway, waiting desperately longingly for her to return.

-The Gypsy

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