Where’s the traces?

Lost.

They say, happiness is a choice. What if happiness won’t choose you even when you do? I tried to make myself happy but as I kept on? I lost my way. I was about to say, if I lost my way to happiness, I can just go back and start over. Unluckily, I also lost my traces to go back to where I started. Or did I even really have any glimpse of it? Did I even really start finding it ? Did I even have step one ? Where’s the traces ? See, I’m lost.

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