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Family They are everything To the outsider, we are perfect. No rough edges. No problems. No imperfections. No one sees the internal workings of a broken machine.
Define 'happy'.... feel smiling so quickly your brightness radiates out, and blinds you. But even blind you see 'happy' because the sound of your laughter, in blacked-out eyes, paints the northern lights on your mind.
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