you hate when
people tell you to
count your
blessings when
you've had a bad
day, or something
has gone terribly
awry. and you too
have said those
thoughtess words.
trying hard
to console someone
who has fallen.
what you really
want to do is cry
your eyes out
for awhile, feel
sorry for yourself,
go into a dark
room, mope and sleep,
overeat and have
a few drinks. but
that's it. then when
the sun comes back
up in a few days,
you'll count your
blessings. but all
in good time.
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