A whisper of reassurance the worst is over, the good the relief the happiness begin to appear.

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A whisper of reassurance the worst is over, the good the relief the happiness begin to appear.
His form and hers, of perfect peace. The infinite calm seldom frenzied or despairing a shadowless eternity boundless in love. One might doubt the presence of asserted tranquility. Do you believe such people are happy? I'd give a great deal to know.
I was wakened. My happiness does not interest him. I selfish, got up and left him. It's human nature.
I was broke and didn't have a dime, but I just go along. I dig life following no direction.