Prose?
By Poet
There was a time when I was happy.
At least, I think there was. I can't really remember now.
All I remember is disappointment from my parents, siblings, teachers, anyone in my life. There is no comedic relief for my story, no friend to patch me up with bandaids and hugs. No silver lining to the storm clouds of my life, no punch line to my life that is a joke.
Author Notes: i wrote this off of a prompt on pinterest. I found it interesting and knew I had to start writing about it.
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