There’s really no point anymore
Now that joy seems so out of reach
It’s better to go now, than to linger
And to practice what I preach
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
There’s really no point anymore
Now that joy seems so out of reach
It’s better to go now, than to linger
And to practice what I preach
Think when we are in the cold rain, no way we could imagine a sunny warm day. I wish i have a deadly joke up my sleeve to crack now to help change your mood….but I only have a used snotty tissue up my sleeve….haiz!!!!
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Haha!!
Snotty tissues work too! 😉🖤
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💚 hugs
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🖤🖤
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With you.xxxx
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Well said 🤞
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That joy “seems” out of reach rather than “is” is the glimmer of hope here. Still a heartbreaking poem, my friend 🖤🖤🖤
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Got to keep a hold of a glimmer I guess 🖤🖤
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Exactly… 💫
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