It's true that there are things I hide. It's true that I cry. There are times when I feel worthless, times when facing another day seems so impossible. I try so hard to go through the day, hoping for a miracle. Hoping that my life will get just that much brighter. I hope that the shooting star I wish on will do me a favor. I hope for a day when I don't doubt myself. Minutes turn into hours. Hours into days. Days to months. Months into another year. Still, even after so much time, I never give up hope because I don't want to let go of something so familiar to me. I try so hard not to cry because that just means that another miracle can't come true because I'm spending too much time drying my tears instead of looking for something to be happy about. So why am I so happy all the time? Why am I so against fighting? Why am I trying to fix every one's problems? Because maybe, just maybe, after all this helping and caring, karma will stop being such a bitch and give me a miracle. -2006
Thank you karma for giving me my miracle. I'll take care of his heart for as long as I live.
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