
I'm greedy enough to use the happiness of others for myself. It's why I write; I only love the stories of others.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Angst/Family - Words: 106 - Published: 09-06-11 - id: 2950052
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It's true that I'm greedy but I just can't
Leave it alone.
Arms about to fall off,
Head pounding, stomachache.
When everything hurts,
It's nice to know that
Some people still appreciate the simple things.
Vegetable soup and warm bread,
Chocolate chip cookies
Freshly baked for dessert.
You listen to the music you know and love.
Watch the old favorite movies.
This family's happiness
Is more my consolation than theirs.
If there's one person in this world
That is enjoying his- or herself completely,
I'll take their enjoyment for myself
Because I know I can't make my own.
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