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Lies Murdered The Truth.

A young man sat under a trunk of an oak tree, observing a enchanting sunset."Summer days are the longest during the year." he told the Sunset.

"The World is a happy place," he whispered.
"Life represents happiness, an-and I am a happ-,"
But the Sun had already set; it no longer listened to his chattering.

A cold breeze blew throughout the Atmosphere. The cold front covered the young man in layer's of goosebumps. Each inch of his body becoming decorated in tiny hardened tiny bumps. Including his spinal cord which had taken the coldest blow from the wind.
"Really, am I a happy person? Most importantly, is this World a happy place?" He asked himself.

We all mentally mold a picture that we want to see, because we fear the unwanted. Is that why we choose to paint perfectly oiled painting's something nonexistent? We constantly convince ourselves, "This is a happy World. I live a happy life. This is a happy World. I live a happy life. This is a happy World. I live a happy life. This is a happy World. I live a happy life." Want to know the biggest lie? Look me in the eyes and repeat after me.
"I live a happy life."
"This is a happy World."

~Yours truly,