When the Pie of my life is half things seam good. A little demanding for more; a whole pie would be nice. Then a whole pie is added before me and suddenly things take a turn for the worse. The positive experiences change quickly into negative, with a brief stop at absolution. The desecration of once good thoughts dance within my brain. Wondering always did this already happen? Didn't I travel this long road just two pies ago.
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