9/2/10
life is swell.
it is, even when it punches you in the chest and walks away laughing. it doesn't turn around to see if you get back up, because it's all up to you. if one thing gets you face down on the pavement, and you think your bone is broken, don't wait for a bystander to call the police. take out your damn cell & call them yourself. cause i don't know you should, use up your damn minutes, cause you have a hell of a lot of rollovers. but as life is swell, so is love. cause it reminds you that you can feel, that you can hurt, and cry, and get back up and still love.
i think i'll learn that soon.
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