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Happiness Is

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mearoxie

Published: Apr 18, 2011

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Literature Text

Happiness is
a bullet,
speeding towards
us,
yet constantly
eluding
its target, choosing instead
to
mock us with its
proximitiy.

But the bullet is
a
jellybean,

and by the time
you've
stopped staring
at it,

it's gone.

And there's a hole in
you
where something
worthwhile
may have
passed through.

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Umm..... Yeah.

There really is no good way to explain this one.

Original Title: Happiness is a Jellybean in a Cesspool

I'm not even sure what category to submit this to. Overall, I'm just really confused -.-