I've been off my game since then
Struggling with little things
Making small mistakes
But little things grow
And my arms are weak
And sometimes I collapse
It's heavy--this need to do and be better
Irritating like something stuck in your teeth
And usually I find I can ignore it pretty well,
But this time I am wrestling with the slow decline that is gradually feeling like the fates have deemed me beneath them--
Letting me play a losing game by simply existing
Oct 19, 2025
Oct 19, 2025 at 9:38 AM UTC
I've been off my game since then
Struggling with little things
Making small mistakes
But little things grow
And my arms are weak
And sometimes I collapse
It's heavy--this need to do and be better
Irritating like something stuck in your teeth
And usually I find I can ignore it pretty well,
But this time I am wrestling with the slow decline that is gradually feeling like the fates have deemed me beneath them--
Letting me play a losing game by simply existing
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