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I'm too happy and overworked to play the I'm depressed game,
I'm tired and sick of feeling others pain, there's no room for mine.
I try to find the time for me in my poetry digging up past turmoils,
But I'm just too happy and over worked to bring back the journals

I have more than most for my fine efforts it would be greedy and
insincere to say they don't add value to my worth, I think it everyday.
I have been lucky enough to give birth and nurture my own.
We eat every day, and I have the option to play.

I have bounced back from troubles and cares fought my demons
And endured my share but I overcame and still defend my right to be here
Others will come and find me a challenge or or a threat but
I don't aim to cause trouble or regret. I've been there and dug my self out
Time and time again. Time my favorite healer and my best ally by far.

I have had love that lasted minutes and loves to last a lifetime
I have always been irrepressible me. I am loved for being me
Lies inclusive, quirks and all, I listen well and praise honest.

I am busy fighting causes, reworking thoughts to fix the cases
I say poor me but I get on with it, I am no quitter.
Sometimes I romanticize mine and others hardships but ultimately
Life is what you make it.

I thank god everyday because i am made this way.
To have free will and choice to make my life better through the tragic rain.
I chose every minute every second to see what happens next
I plan on always staying in the game, that's something for sure I know

Come on, Race ya to the end? Ready? set. go!