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I am the sum of:

• Every lie I lied.
• All my pains.
• All my laughters exchanged for tears.
• All the souls I scared.
• Every dream I gave up because I loved.
• All the broken pieces of my heart.
• All my damned sins.
• All the words I thought.
• Every slap, kick tantrum. 
• All thoughts I worded and ignored.
• All the forgotten drafts in my outbox.
• All the curses I would rather not say.
• All the imperfections my body unveils.
• All the consequesnces I brought upon myself.
• All the books I read and hope to write.

I am the sum of all of the above and yet I nothing more than me.

Things Happiness Is Made Of (vol i)

1. Just up and finishing the last few pages of a book you've been reading over the last couple of days.
2. Hot cup of coffee/tea. Better if you can go 'clink' cheers with a partner.
3. That smile in the middle of a kiss.
4. A breezy ride to work. Colors. Shapes.
5. Sneaky coded messages... "red dragon come in to the hide out spot. over"
6. An awesome song stuck in your head.
7. Finding an old list...almost accomplished.
8. A story brewing in your head, the characters speaking of their dreams and woes.
9. An affectionate message from a furious friend.
10. A warm gooey cupcake.