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I once lived a very Eeyore-ian life. Now I am tickled pink at the absurdity of it all. The contradictions and hypocriticals of living an authentic life.
She set sail from the harbor on the last remaining ship, she had burnt all the rest.
I couldn't blame her. I understood why she did it,
as I stood on the shore with all my baggage in hand.
Some may not give a shit (or two).
Others may take a shit.
Me, I often have a shit,
when people sometimes lose their shit.