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When people ask how I am, I say that I’m good.
I say that I’m fine.
And maybe I am.
I literally have no life.
And as a result, there’s nothing to report when it comes to my existence.
Nothing but the internal struggle I face everyday.
With my demons and the choices that I make.
Should I fight them down or should I lay down and
Give them a place on which to play?
That won’t help, is what they say.
But it eases the pressure a little bit.
It helps me me grow in strength for it.
It helps me carry my own load instead of becoming a burden for it.
Because sometimes, when I call out
There’s nobody to hear me.
And when that happens –
My load –
I’m strong enough to bear it.