Happiness is just a game
Just an emotion of chance
A habitual tease to many of us
The rare few lucky to have it last

It teeters in your psychi
On the edge of elation and pain
It baits the most defensive nature
With no promise of euphoria gained

The risk is allowing this joy
with knowing that it comes with hurt
The secret is in the knowing
which bliss is worth the work.

I chose my bliss, and I accept the downfalls and loses that go with it.

Those that truly know and accept me, accept my bliss, too.

I’m happy

And - I like pie

She knew before the strip had turned blue. She had known since the night conception. She could feel the tiny life growing deep within her, part of her, and she also knew it could never be. Before any words were uttered the tiny being was doomed.

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