Something small set me off this morning. I have no money to fix it. I have no patience to try to do it myself. I had to shovel 8 inches of snow. I have a cold. But I am okay I suppose. I am not horribly depressed. It feels ok to breathe and appreciate it. (Not through my nose however, because its all stuffy)
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I run, it follows
I speak, it swallows
I am where it takes me.
I love, it breaks me.
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