The facts of the matter have me in a chokehold. I don't know what I'm doing or even if I'm doing "well". Love is a flock of queries these days - is it enough? Am I enough? Will anything ever be enough? What happens at the end of something that simply put, wasn't enough? Where will we go? What happens when a feeling of dread has nowhere safe to go? Does it burn a hole
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