Life's Mystery
I am here wondering what for, I love to spread joy but is that an occupation. Analyzing myself worth according to what I make, according to my credit score. I am in control or do the rules and regulations of society define my self worth. I am here for a reason. I can make you laugh when you are feeling down. No worries of what has put you on the ground. Focus on your happiness and why you feel good inside. Surround yourself with positivity and the people that care about how you feel. What is the deal.Remember misery really does love company and you will never be alone as long as someone is pulling your shirt tail as you fight to climb the latter of success. Then all of that so call friendship and love becomes one big mess. The truth comes out and boy does it hurt. So call friends will reveal all of your dirt. The ones you trust will make you lose yourself confidence. The ones you love will feel you full of doubt. But refocus on your goals and you will slowly find your way out.
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