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invisible beauty. the kind of happiness that can not be seen or heard. it just exists. it just is. the most pure and honest form of sincere bliss. the kind of happiness that makes you smile from ear to ear and just think, "I am so happy I could die." invisible beauty. I feel like we are all lucky if in this world if we get to feel that kind of magic. but I suppose it's not really invisible at all, as I can see it with my eyes shut. It's shiny. It's bright. It's beautiful. It exists and is real. We're like a zipper.