my lemon steady collecting weighing down creating pressure. The more lemons the more pressure.. the more weight to create juice..

now lets make lemonade...

Within some bad there is some good.... within some good there is some bad...
Simple joys add the sweet relief to this bitter world. But its just enough to take the edge off. The more lemons that collect the more things I cant regret... I just hope I don't run out of sugar cause I won't run out of lemons. The sugar... the sweet relief from this bitter mix. Those belly laughs and knee slaps... those pure good times...family days... rolling jays... signs of better days.... that's what I live for... the understanding of self... at the end of it all you made the glass so you must drink it.. suck it up and hopefully it taste good and sweet.... and not sour and bitter


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