Too much. Can't do it all! Too little. Gotta cut costs. Everyone. Tighten our belts. Too bad. Freeway doesn't help. One more prick to pop the bubble (this one in a BMW). Then I see Erin. She shows me her picture. It has flowers and trees and a place where all the animals go. And she tells me I'm stinky. And that mom says I'm lazy. So I say, I do some things, right? I'm good at something, right? So she says, yeah. I'm good at sleeping. On the couch. And snoring. REAL good at snoring. And I laugh. And laugh some more. And I hug her. And call her my Little B. And feel that I may burst with joy. And for a moment, nothing else matters.
Reason for writing:
Unconditional love can set you free.
Go give some; you won't regret it.
Birth sign: Aries
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