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Nov 2021
I could have dance
I could have played
I could have chosen to laugh
all
this
time
I could of chosen to be happy.
Anger sometimes means we choose to hurt ourselves. Sometimes it means you are holding onto something that is causing you deep pain. A betrayal. A Failure. A punishment. We hold on to the pain because we feel like that's the only way people will care about us. You don't have to hold on any more. You can choose to be happy just for you, you don't need to punish yourself any more. You can choose to be happy.
Written by
Hugo Pierce  23/M/England
(23/M/England)   
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