Its a struggle everyday to stay positive. it's a job in a half to stay upbeat. I feel like i'm pulling a shopping cart full of bricks up a very steep greese hill with a pair neon green gators ON! thats a size and a half to small. but the up size to it is once I get to the top of the greese hill the promise on the other side is waiting. Could it be happiness? one never knows until he makes it to the top of that greese hill.
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