Live

What does it mean to live? I have been dead inside for so long I have forgotten how it felt when the sun touched my face.  The glimmer of hope had blessed my soul without any issue, and I felt joy.

 

The same joy that carries those who welcome it with open arms as if God has been carrying them on waves of countless clouds that sweep them off their feet, they smile from cheek to cheek. 

 

Not a fake smile like I wear like a mask hiding my frown. True everlasting joy, live I tell you to live how I cannot. Oh, How I envy you.

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