I don't
Understand
My own
Unhappiness
It's mine
But
It shouldn't be.
My life is
Wonderful
Blessed
Full of
Wonderful
Blessed
People
And yet
Sometimes
I am
Overwhelmed
by a sense of
Despair
Unfounded
Without substance
But so very
Real.
Yet I am so
Lucky
so
Blessed.
I must be a
Terrible Person
or
Cursed.
Because if not,
I just don't
Understand.
May 20, 2013
May 20, 2013 at 12:04 PM UTC
I don't
Understand
My own
Unhappiness
It's mine
But
It shouldn't be.
My life is
Wonderful
Blessed
Full of
Wonderful
Blessed
People
And yet
Sometimes
I am
Overwhelmed
by a sense of
Despair
Unfounded
Without substance
But so very
Real.
Yet I am so
Lucky
so
Blessed.
I must be a
Terrible Person
or
Cursed.
Because if not,
I just don't
Understand.
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