Flute of Glum
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Life is not easy to take, sometimes hard to live and often beffudling to analyse, but I always have this gut to harken why I'm still breathing and why I got a pecker to fight just to survive. I always thought for a magical idea that this life I've been striving in would be once good for me, envisaging a complete happy family and thinking to have a supportive companion.
Those are the thoughts that repeatedly kill myself to burst out from tears because ever since in my entire life, I've been plodding so hard crawling in the darkest path to dredge for at least one happy gratifying moment, in time.
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