"How do you hold a moonbeam in your hand?"
Irene Marice means bitter peace. Looking back at the two decades of my history, I guess that has been the theme of my life all along. Now it just keeps getting more felt. But my smiles stay real and my laughter remains full. It is only through my perky optimism that I can stand each day, where inch by inch I taste the a bit more of the bitterness hoping for a little more amount of peace. Hmmm... I guess that's why, I remain much of a bitch.
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