Happiness hit hard, like a train.

Coming towards me,

Can't move.

No turning back.

I think happiness wants me, I want it; too.

Happiness why did I have to get hurt to meet you?
I figure it's necessary.

Nonetheless, I am so glad we've met.

Train wreck of a life, but, now eye am the wifey of happiness.

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