Wishing I felt happier.
Wishing I could experience joy.
But then it never seems ok to wish for these things when:
I never go hungry
I have a roof over my head
A man who loves me
A family who say they love me
A dog who bites me less every day
An income
so I try to buck up
but instead feel a fuck up
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