writing down the bones alone/ with the aid of poets and songwriters. a place to be safe in a unsafe world.
kat finley
Friday, July 17, 2020
God I try so hard. I'm so tired. I'm so tired of trying. Living hurts so much and I feel so awful and selfish saying it. But I can't sleep. And here I am crying again. And I'm just awfully tired. Please take my pain away. I've carried it with me for a very long time.
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