I woke up almost as close to tears as I was when I went to bed last night.
It is the season of rejection.
What can I learn from all this?
Like a ball of mercury, every rejection bonds to the times I have been rejected before.
It seems like one giant ball of mercury
And I am pushing it up a hill.
No one can push a ball of mercury up a hill. Better to tilt
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…or push it down the hill and let it go!
Hey! I be c.f. we thought of that!