I want to be happy. I feel sometimes like the world is beating me down. Like whack a mole, everytime it seems that I am rising up, a big hammer knocks me back down into my place. My place, the dark area I have always called home. Someday I may be able to rise up.
1 comment:
Wow! I am not the only one! So when can we hang out in your hole?
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