Is anyone happy? They are living in blind optimism with the ugly rat race, desperate suburbanites who never could quite understand beauty or love.

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Is anyone happy? They are living in blind optimism with the ugly rat race, desperate suburbanites who never could quite understand beauty or love.
This must be it I feel alive now that love had the breath knocked out of me.
Reclusive by nature, writers favor to create a fantasy world.
Open your eyes. Let life in and welcome experience.
Living is so uncertain and hard but I feel there is so much more purpose instead of a future so black. I want to never be afraid.
We keep marveling at the utter peace at hand as we left the rush and the emotional turmoil of work.
Change is a mere consequence of living so I had better be content.
You are fierce and quite capable so try for yourself.
I want to succeed but not with the desperation I felt for love.
Happiness struck me and opened a torrent of growing love.