qwertymonk's Post

Ever had those days when you feel you must carry a crushing weight? And you find yourself alone in the effort, and silence is all that comes from your mouth? And the ones who are to love you best are the ones you can speak to least? And you find that they pick at you with needles of criticism, they shoot spit wads of want at you, roll out carpets of endless expectation while they feast on the fruits of your efforts, those silent sinewed strainings? It's been one of those days.
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