Way too much going on in this head. My wall is slowly being chipped away. It takes all my effort to repair it constantly. Words seem less important after action dissipates. My fingetips are numb. I know further down the road the sun is shining, its just harder to see in the middle of the storm. I won’t stop walking though. I promise I wont. Just every now and then remind me putting one foot in front of the other is the easy part. Keeping the raindrops from burning my eyes is the chore.

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