In pursuit of happiness

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Everyone deserves a chance to cry

Many do not deserve the tears.

I am lonely, I am sad.

I am weak, I am proud.

I know my faults, I know who I have hurt.

I long for it, yet I will never admit it;

The father I never had,

Understanding from those around me,

Internal peace,

Solitude,

Fulfilled aspirations,

A say...My say,

My voice.

Yet, I am stuck, living like my life would end each next day.

I have loved, I live

I am incompetent, I am confident,

I am boastful;

I am the weakness in anger and that evil in fear.

I am detached, I am self-conscious.

I know what I stand for. Yet, how much does my body want to carry out that fight that my spirit puts up?

I will still crave for it.

How many mistakes did I blame on fate?

How many times did I feel under the shadow of a father I never had but knew, was the only way to shed light on my mishaps?

How many years did I wait for a miracle that never even knew me?

I feel my essence drain.

I know I am weak.

I do not consider myself a failure. Neither do I, my life, a mistake.

Sometimes, I feel I will die soon.

Yet I crave for it and I will get my happiness, not for me, but for every soul I encounter.

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