i believe that happiness cures nothing and loneliness is worse when you are with someone.. through the times of good cheer the maudlin bastard inside me refuses my right to let go... ...she says i smile at the wrong times and i remember the time years ago at the funeral home palms sweaty and hands shaking while i read from the bible i smiled while others were weeping.. ..yes,i believe she was right... but how can i maintain my facade of happy husband when my souls hanging from a noose?
Reason for writing:
again..i am working some stuff out don't know if it makes a whole lot of sense but i feel a need to vomit this stuff here...
Birth sign: Libra
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