I can feel happiness at my disposal, there for me, indefinitely. I decide not to touch it, because I do not feel it is appropriate. The idea of appropriateness comes from an image I have in my mind, of how things are suppose to be, how they are suppose to turn out. But nobody is watching, why would I act like this? Who am I trying to fool? Possible invisible spectators? Or myself? Wake up Jimmy, wake up, please wake up. Out of this fantasy.
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