then there's my father he's always looking on the bright side saying things like “Son life just ain’t that hard”. he is the grand optimist, I am the world’s poor pessimist. you give him burdens sometimes and he will escape unscarred. but I used to be quite resilient, gained no strength from counting the beads on a rosary. and now the wound has begun to turn, another lesson that has gone unlearned. but this is not a cry for pity or for sympathy. i guess I take after my mother.
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then there's my father he's always looking on the bright side saying things like “Son life just ain’t that hard”. he is the grand optimist, I am the world’s poor pessimist. you give him burdens sometimes and he will escape unscarred. but I used to be quite resilient, gained no strength from counting the beads on a rosary. and now the wound has begun to turn, another lesson that has gone unlearned. but this is not a cry for pity or for sympathy. i guess I take after my mother.