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It's a thankless job. You bear your soul, pour your heart, give up your bed but u know you'll get nothing at least of substance in return.
It's possible to find comfort in depression. It's safe, you're at the button of the barrel, the floor is firm and comforting. Happiness at it's best is short lived and floats down aimlessly deflated with folly.
No I'll settle for right here, right now, both feet on the ground, butt, hands and head on the comforting earth. Safe in the knowledge that only the earth can now swallow my soul.
Ultimately I wait for a reason to float, excitedly, giddy with the sheer thought of knowing we have something and await which direction destiny will guide us.
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