in the last of American Beauty

I guess I could be pretty pissed off about what happen to me, but it’s hard to stay mad when thereis so much beauty in the world.

Sometimes I feel like I’m seeing it all at once and it’s too much.

My heart fills up like a balloon that’s about to burst.

And then I remember to relax and stop trying to hold on to it.

And then it flows through me like rain, and I can’t feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life.

You have no idea about what I’m talking about, I am sure. But don’t worry. You will someday.

American beauty

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