i remember it hurt
it hurt to feel alive.
happy.
lucky.
even if it was all true
it hurt too much
to acknowledge the fact
that i wasn’t
broken
crumpled
or blue
how is it
that it has become desirable
to feel lost?
alone.
hopeless.
when the world is so
inconstant.
so we should take this one
short
tremendous
beautiful gift that is life
and cherish it.
for it is the only one we have.
at the end of the day
a little happiness
never hurt
anybody.
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Author:
anon-ii (
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Comments2
Yup! "An attitude of gratitude is an unending prayer" (that's not my quote).
thats a great quote, hope you enjoyed it lorna!
I don't recall ever hearing of someone dying from happiness. Beautiful write anon-ii.
and yet everyones so afraid of it! thats a lot AP.
They're afraid of leaving their comfort zone of being unhappy.
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