“When happiness comes to bother me,
I look at it like I never knew it.
It’s because it is a foreign feeling for me.
After very long years of being gone, it’ll suddenly come back
to pat my shoulder and tell me that I deserve the things
that I am experiencing.
Sometimes I doubt it because
I know that it’ll be by my side only for a few minutes, and then
will leave again.
It doesn’t stay, but how come I still don’t forget its name?”
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