4.16.2009

Broken

I need to choose to love. I need to choose to be happy. I need to look on the bright side of each day. I do not need to be sad; I do not need to dwell on things that make depression a friend. Run from that state, I will choose to be happy. I will love and live each day to the fullest, knowing I will be whole again.

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