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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wpqm-05R2Jk&ab_channel=TheAvalanchesVEVO

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Roped in place, tied

Into taught grooves, 

Corded through 

Heavy, brass rings 

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That'd been affixed into the stained grime 

That'd been layered before the floorboards - 

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They say that happiness is a choice,

A decision, 

That we can affix our purpose 

As simply as we might

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Our sight 

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Onto the distant vantage of a horizon line.

And, I suppose then, that they wouldn't really be wrong.

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Though, 

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I believe it's more prudent to say

That happiness is the result 

Of a whole sequence of choices,

A baroque product shaped by 

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Both the circumstantial nature 

Of our self-specific sufferings 

And the decisions

We would then have to harbor 

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In order to surpass them.

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Happiness, is found at the end of a string;

In some ways, at the end of the same tangle 

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That so tightly binds 

So many of us.

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And, 

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Remiss as we might be to see that

It is only when 

We begin pulling at those knots 

That we forgive ourselves

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The opportunities 

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To find it.

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