A little poem.
Dedicated to all who are feeling the weight of collapse.
Hello dear one.
This is a little poem I scribbled out into my notepad this afternoon under a setting sun, hidden behind dense clouds.
It came through my own existential exhaustion, my own unending rage.
May it help you feel seen, if you’re exhausted too.
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