Life is unfair and it always will be. But aren't we more unfair to ourselves than her? When she gives us a new opportunity to start over afresh every other morning, we disregard it and spend our days wallowing in despair and self pity; Crawling back into our bittersweet haven of good old memories. She waits outside the door beckoning our latent minds to grab her by the shoulders, kiss her deep and make new memories, and we be too stubborn to unwrap our arms from around the old.
I called Life a bitch, she bit me back. I called Life a whore, she fucked me back.
However twisted she may be, I called her my own, and Lo! She hugged me back...
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