Life's a bitch but there's no changing it.
Every silver lining has a cloud - for every time you get up, there's another fall waiting in the wings. Why does it hurt to smile?
What am I doing?
Inner peace feels like cherries in spring and the leaves in August. It's like scratching an itch. Like finding a perfect puddle of water.
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