
I prayed for rain, a buffalo hair rain. And it really rained this afternoon, but it rained whole buffaloes (or cats or dogs.)
Frustrated I feel so often now, when I work really hard but not appreciated, and when I give my heart but not trusted, and when I plan but turn out to be planned.
The world is never meant to be perfect. I clearly know but why is so hard to live it?!
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