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.