I’ll be honest; there is a thing that follows me around. I have tried to name it. I call it grief. I call it depression/chronic loneliness, intuition /despair, hope/ fear/ the terrible. It’s too large. It’s unmanageable. Sometimes it weighs me down before bed, and I don’t know what I’ll do.
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