Being thankful is hard. It's so easy to see the pain, and so easy to accept the torture. Least im not getting self destructive or depressed, just confused and lonely. But i am also very pleased that i am getting a break, and very hopeful for my future
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Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly, because you tread on my dreams.
Happiness is relative anyway, I'm sure you found it on some level or another.
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