(Originally written March 2023)
Some days
You drag it through
Other days
You grind it out
Finding your groove
That's when the world gets uncomfortable
But, you know what?
You spend your lives hiding
From reality, from each other
From yourselves
I'd rather live in the sun
Fly into the night
And face my own soul
Rather than be a bowl of cold ashes
No conviction
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