When you have a striking resemblance to a personality akin to a godless saint, the tricky thing about saving yourself is the cliche, i-heard-that-one-before literal comforts, the little inconvenience of having redundant sorrows at the mercy of you, the advocate.
Does having a friend in times of your lowest equates to a conclusion that straightens you out or does it merely serve as a momentary comfort zone that leaves you in a state of happiness, so psuedo that you hit the ground harder then initially thought?
But then again, why not?
Grab a drink. Sit by the rocks. Enjoy the breeze. Problems. The counselor. Those comforting words. The quiet moments. Hugs & kisses. Thank you and goodbye.
But why would I wanna do such a thing like that?
“I was early taught to work as well as play,
My life has been one long, happy holiday;
Full of work and full of play-
I dropped the worry on the way-
And God was good to me everyday.”
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