06.21.02/2
Calling out, calling out. . . .
Sometimes it feels as though we're all calling out for help in our own sick ways. By writing in here, we're trying to say, "Look at me. Read my life and tell me I'm going to be okay."
And when no one answers, because we're all too wrapped up in ourselves, it makes me wonder, what this is all about anyway.
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