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Mar 27
It seems Iā€™m in a loop
I create new shelters
Shovel clear a new path after each storm
I ******* new boots
But each path I walk is desecrated with time

And the shovel gets heavier
And the boots get tighter
And my joints are stiff
And I wonder how long I can do this

I wonder if the stable eras are worth it
If I survive another one does the me from before still survive
Is she proud?
Mental illness, anxiety, finding purpose
Heather
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Heather  29/F/NJ
(29/F/NJ)   
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