It’s ******* exhausting.
Being one piece of a shitstorm so public,
So overarching, so demeaning, so vile.
To know,
But to not know,
When it’s your turn.
Your turn to feel the weight trickle down.
Or a ‘friend’ not care to learn the impact.
Fore we all burn.
Sep 26, 2025
Sep 26, 2025 at 12:36 AM UTC
It’s ******* exhausting.
Being one piece of a shitstorm so public,
So overarching, so demeaning, so vile.
To know,
But to not know,
When it’s your turn.
Your turn to feel the weight trickle down.
Or a ‘friend’ not care to learn the impact.
Fore we all burn.
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