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Happiness, something lost in the translation of culture, a counterfeit of joy. The things We think we need, that we need, that we need and the things we want, that we want, that we know we want, In the now, will fill briefly, never full, never whole. Ultimately decomposing and taking a part of yourself along with it. Leaving only a determined hunger and a larger void to be stuck in...There's only one who will outlast the test of time and who can make whole be whole, only one to put your broken pieces back together more perfect than before. HE is TRUTH in darkness, HE is LOVE through any pain. He is beyond your idea of happiness. He is joy!