I saw real pain today. It was standing on a street corner, holding a sign that said Hungry. Help me. And all I could do was feel pity for him as I averted my eyes and sang along to the radio, while starting to remember all the little quaint tragedies that I let torure me daily, nightly, life-ly, All I know is that we are going to be fine. We cry and we make ourselves sick and we write of our sorrows, but we are going to be fine.Birth sign: Aquarius
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