Live, Love, and Laugh.
Life can break you, tear you apart, and then tell you to go die. It can. It's true. And those black bags are an indication of that for everyone in the world. Like bags of black sand slowly creeping up around us. There are holes to dig in that sand, filled with the buried treasures of our personal lives. These are dark promises, and they tell dark stories. Mean stories for mean people in mean places. A way for others to look at you and see that something is wrong. I repeat, LLL. Darkness isn't always invisibility. Sometimes it talks, and shows, and parades itself. Those dark circles, so immovable, are the greatest indicator of your discomfort. So LLL.
Live, Love, and Laugh.

These are the ingredients to every miracle. A pinch of Life. A stirring of Love. And a hearty helping of Laughter. Write that down.
Live, Love, and Laugh.
Everyone knows a girl named Ill, and she's beautiful, and we all love her. But she's so sick and odd, and she doesn't know why. Those dark eyes are not the reason, but they are how we know. And we shouldn't. That's for her. Take LLL and gift it your friend Ill--she'll appreciate it. Because what we share should be audible, not visual. The human condition is a visual medium. When we hide it, we master it. Don't fail Ill.
Live, Love, and Laugh.
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