Story of my Life. Just when I was about to lift myself up by my bootstraps somebody had stolen the boots, laces and even the socks I had on!
They told me about this thing called “easy living”, and I wanted them to guide me to it. They had promised me all kinds of equal rights, and I was interested. I could not see that they were not granted equal rights themselves. I could not see that I was definitely talking to the wrong people to teach me how to get anywhere easy.
What was this “easy living”? To go wherever I wanted to go, to do whatever I wanted to do, to meet nice people, and be part of a nice happy family? I did not mind all that, I had already been
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