I decide to open myself up into a fake world, believing happiness is obtain soley by searching in what is favored.
Its that simple. But mostly you're alone on it, and you never feel acomplished.
So you finally ask yourself: How does Happiness feel? How do you obtain it, with hands holding you up at the same time? A vitual assupmtion that you've felt it before. How strange to your discomfort: IT NEVER LASTED LONG ENOUGH TO REALIZE IT.
Until its gone, too far to try and get it back
Or is pessimism the only wall before all this?
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