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Hello brain, where are you going?
No one knows, your bruises are showing.
Don't complain, it's easy living.
I'm now in vain, self fulfilling.

Lets move along, it ain't so tricky,
Settle yourself easy.
Rest.
Even the brightest stars
Will explode
One day

Even the sky
Needs to scream and cry
Sometimes

Even the most beautiful poem
Will one day be forgotten
Even if that's
When we reach oblivion

You're allowed too
Don't feel bad
I need to remember that, maybe you do too.

(this note was written by a shovel that has dug up a purple turtle. The shovel loved doing jumping jacks.)
Not all is alright,

but still I hold through the storm,

my heart beats steady,

a fragile but fierce ember—

I will not be lost today.
It still so early but I've been in pain since yesterday, hopefully somehow I get through the day.
The smallest things
Seem so overwhelming
Take a shower
Get dressed
Get out of bed
Clean
All of them
Seem so hard to do
They take so much energy

I've learned that the only thing that helps

I s

T o

B r e a k

I t

D o w n

Even with the small things

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Sorry if the last part was confusing

(This note was written by someone's autocorrect in their brain malfunctioning a lot. I know many like this.)

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