He cannot be happy, until he chooses to be happy.
We make these choices, I think, because we don't believe in happiness.
Unhappiness is our mother and the father of our esteem.
I saw this darkness in her and felt its sting in me.
I remembered that i knew that once.
Let it go.
It is not real.
Happiness is what we came here for.
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