I always wonder,
Would I try to live if I was dying?
Sometimes when I think of the times I've tried to die, I think of ones who are terminally ill. I always imagine them yelling at me for taking for granted the one thing they didn't have. Life. Days. Time.
Even then, we all know things aren't guaranteed. Because even if you weren't dying, living wasn't guaranteed.
I already know I will die. So, why is it hard for me to live?
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Finding Joy
PoetryI never spent time seeking joy. I only spent time making a bed comfortable enough in sadness to bare it. Now, I'll see and work at finding joy. This is a continuation of "We Are the Normal Ones: Memoirs of a Fallen Human".
