The not-drinking, not-blurring harsh realities
never gets easier. Life's too fucking real for
too many people, drowning in anxieties
sometimes generations deep, surviving a war
against themselves through medication of self. Souls
stubborn as fuck but spirits feeling week, feeling
out of control, alone, but these internal holes
more dark than safe known by many of us. Peeling
back the layers ain't easy, ever - shit is fucked,
but YOU ARE NOT ALONE, understand that faces
you pass while fogged in your darkness also have tucked
those same worries down to navigate shared spaces -
so many feel out of control but it's never shown;
hold shit together to survive - YOU'RE NOT ALONE
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