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Laugh to Live

Sometimes when I want to be mad

I just laugh

Sometimes I just laugh

When I need to be mad

When everything says

Now is NOT the Time

But the Laugh chose me

If I can't laugh

I can't live

Because Hell is outside

Sitting across from your sidewalk, always watching

To learn how to ask you out

Or offer you a job

Or be your parent

Or that kid from (x) grade

Laughter is survival. 

It is victory over that which would take you out. 

Shit, let me laugh. 


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