Treasure Island

Hannah none


Dream


why in life is it impossible for happiness,
fighting keeps us alive
drama keeps us busy
competition keeps us on our toes.
why can't it ever just be happiness, why can't we ever just live in peace?
people here bring people below expectations...we dissapoint because we're too worried about what we're going to wear tomorrow or whose hair looks better.
i dream of a world that only knows happiness, that doesn't know pain;
but that's just a dream.

Submitted: Friday, December 12, 2008

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  • Fiona Davidson (12/12/2008 10:56:00 AM)

    Well I live in happiness Hannah...I know what you mean though...some people are never just hapy to be alive are they: 0)) ...well written...thank you (Report) Reply

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