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Where do I start when my feet are already bare, my throat sore and raw, my mind a desert of asphalt-- Where do I start when the novelty has worn off, the rags used for bandages, just strips from my t-shirt-- Where do I start when my chest is a loading screen, my brows heavy from determination, my anxiety overrun by truth-- Where do I start when I am whole and broken, a vase simply glued back together, just a semblance of propriety-- Where do I start when words no longer join, my skills have rusted and worn, my hands shake with hesitation-- Where do I start when the joy has increased along with the despair and sorrow, the rightness and grief intermingled-- Lord, I ask-- Where Do I Start?
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May 27
May 27, 2026 at 1:52 AM UTC
where do I start?
Where do I start when my feet are already bare, my throat sore and raw, my mind a desert of asphalt-- Where do I start when the novelty has worn off, the rags used for bandages, just strips from my t-shirt-- Where do I start when my chest is a loading screen, my brows heavy from determination, my anxiety overrun by truth-- Where do I start when I am whole and broken, a vase simply glued back together, just a semblance of propriety-- Where do I start when words no longer join, my skills have rusted and worn, my hands shake with hesitation-- Where do I start when the joy has increased along with the despair and sorrow, the rightness and grief intermingled-- Lord, I ask-- Where Do I Start?
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SiaHarms
May 27
May 27, 2026 at 1:52 AM UTC
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