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Jovial

Happy.

He asked me once if I was ever happy.

I had to think for a long time in order to answer his question.

If what I perceived as happiness with him was really happiness.

Or if it were what I forced myself to believe was happiness.

After a long moment of silence, I finally opened my mouth to speak.

"No,

I don't suppose I ever was."
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