Without The Bad Times There Are No Good Times
People tell me to think of the good timesAnd ignore the bad times
But it makes me feel so sad
Because it's so difficult to find a good time
Which makes me realise that my life is such a struggle
And that just shatters my heart
And makes me feel so targetted by life
But every time I do find a good time in my memories
It's such a special occassion
The memory is more precious to me then gold
Even more so then life itself
Because it is such a rare thing to find
The memory fills me with the feeling of happiness
Joy
Exhilaration
And life
And it just makes me feel on top of the world
And when that happens, I know I can take on the world
Poetry by Rachy
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Written on 2008-10-11 at 15:37
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