Was my wishes cursed, or magic?
Did fate smile upon me?
I got what I asked for, yet...
Am I happy?
That is a question I cannot say the answer to.
Because if you are headed for rain, does not mean afterwards you will get your sunshine.
Maybe... those moments of years of bad moments...
Nah, what do I know?
True happiness is not real. Grow up and see that.
Look closer. I am not the only one suffering here.
Yet, I refused to be helped. Maybe I put this upon myself.
Or maybe I am just complaining like usual.
What do I know?
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Counting Sheep
Teen FictionOne sheep, two sheep, This is not helping at all. Three sheep, four- Someone kill me, I must snoop this low. Five sheep, six sheep, I feel tired, but the waters still flow. Seven sheep, eight she- It looks like the sheep hit a wall. I guess eight sh...
