I was so sad yesterday. I must figure out how to stop it.
Do you stay happy?
I am very happy when I think of you, but then I grow sad.
Lately, nothing seems to taste very good.
Can you escape?
I feel painted into a corner with too many things to do and too many things to put places.
I am not strong enough.
I like walks and picnics.
It was perfect here, until I ended my storage unit. Then it became a wild zone.
You are happiness. You just don't know it. You are so modest.
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