
I used to smile at people as if they were my acquaintances. Happiness is like a cake on a platter, one cannot cope with it. I'm used to smiling at people, and maybe quite, In the hour when I'm unhappy, someone will smile at me.
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I used to smile at people as if they were my acquaintances. Happiness is like a cake on a platter, one cannot cope with it. I'm used to smiling at people, and maybe quite, In the hour when I'm unhappy, someone will smile at me.
Those who have given someone their heart and have not received anything in return often become heartless.