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Jan 2021
What a tragic gift it is to be alive on this fresh and painful day.

To bear the weight of consciousness is to carry a despair
Which may only be distracted from or shared
I am one who bears this burden just as most must
Yet something in me hearkens still to my God's distant trust
Jordana
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