Happiness, the fruit borne of rosy red lips of joy; your warmth reaches deep when the winter seasons of life arrive. Happiness, ever fleeting secret… I now know you by name, and your sweet words visit me by day. Noah_arkenswagg
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Happiness, the fruit borne of rosy red lips of joy; your warmth reaches deep when the winter seasons of life arrive. Happiness, ever fleeting secret… I now know you by name, and your sweet words visit me by day. Noah_arkenswagg
How did you get the picture of me so perfect? Lol another great emotional piece noah thank you for sharing and making me feel
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Lol. Well, happy to see you liked this. It was indeed, heartfelt.
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Thank you noah
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Fun little bit. Made me laugh.
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Ahah, that’s the spirit, lol. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
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Happiness is indeed fleeting…
Can we ever get a hold of it?
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Some say we can. I say joy is the one to seek, for its companionship is more permanent, more resilient than its progeny.
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That’s true 👍
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