I AM SO TIRED.
So tired I cannot feel the ground beneath me. So tired I cannot see the horizon. What do you do when even the promise of rest feels like a lie? (Or worse—another task to fail.)
There is light, faint and trembling, on the periphery. A figure, impossibly tender, reaching out. I should rejoice. I should step forward. If only
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