Everything is in place, I am fully functional and don’t need to wish anymore and I know, all I know is pain, pain, pain, but I know more than that, I do, and my eyes lie but I am honest, I am. My name is Joy, and I am miserable, and I am coming out of hiding to find a knife so I can truly count to you and truly live for me. You are capable of everything, so you heard that. I am going to die, and I am going to live. I am going to live, live, live.
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The Dandelion of Our Broken Minds
Short StoryFor the miserable, for the pained, for the broken: It's okay to come out of hiding, just as long as you know what it is you seek. You must -- you absolutely must -- be certain. The story of Joy.
