What doesn’t kill you makes you feel like a pair of underwear on a hot, humid day. Stuck to the butt cheeks of life. You know you’ll eventually break free, but it seems to take forever to get there.
What doesn’t kill you makes you feel like a pair of underwear on a hot, humid day. Stuck to the butt cheeks of life. You know you’ll eventually break free, but it seems to take forever to get there.
I Like this one…very descriptive…you lived this haven’t you?
I write from life. 🙂