Sometimes I put myself to a test. To determine. If I can be
unhappy. On demand. Just for kicks. And I can’t do it. Maybe it’s that I’m
addicted. To happiness. Yes, I need my
fix. I need to be happy. All the time. I
crave happiness. Morning, noon and night. --Jim Broede
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