You think they’re perfect. The perfect happy people with no sappy stories. You think they’re never sad because they’re always smiling, making you laugh never letting you swim in your down lows. You think they’re the epitome of perfection. God’s perfect creatures who thank Him unlike you. But deep down darling they too get sad and that too mostly for others. They too think they’re misfits. Alone. They too think they’re imperfect.

There’s always a but..

-the gypsy



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