glad
There is no excuse to say "it was easier on her".
No amount of romanticism can cover the stench of reality,
But I haven't given up perfuming.
There must be a way.
It is better to be thought an inane fool,
than to go around feeling like one for not trying.
Not trying to be glad.
Labels: pollyanna
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