Happiness: We rarely feel it.
I would buy it, beg it, steal it,
Pay in coins of dripping blood
For this one transcendent good.
I would buy it, beg it, steal it,
Pay in coins of dripping blood
For this one transcendent good.
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“Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. And today? Today is a gift. That’s why we call it the present.”
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