night and day

I go to bed with happiness in my heart and my world and house full up of love. And then I awake too early for the world to hit me and my head begins to ache and then I look around at all the unconditional love I don’t have and the guilt I feel for mistakes and the injustice for people who are wrong and I want to cry. The difference between night and day can simply be the difference between the dry riverbank and the river.

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