Picking up my life by the ankles and shaking Change out of it's pockets

It's really more of a drinking solution that I have

Maybe the moon won't come back.
Life is as imperfect as the people who inhabit it. Everybody stumbles, and eventually, most of us fall. When we are lucky, someone is there to help us stand back up. Just as often, we reach out for help and close our fists on nothing but the air.


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