I've been suffering from stifled happiness lately.
It's the kind of happiness that your work schedule and the general atmosphere of life does not permit you to expose.
It's the kind that makes you feel selfish and guilty of even feeling, even as your responsibilities are falling stagnant by the wayside and deadlines keep lurching towards you.
It's the kind that makes you giggle in privacy and squeal upon awaking on mornings, but you dare not let the sorrow of the world hear your exclamations and attempt to snap that joy away from you.
This piece reveals the joy that I protect in a little box of my heart as I mask myself with the troubles of the day.
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