Make it work
Author
terminal
I feel your pain and see the weight you’re carrying.
Just keep in mind, more weight can be added.
If we’ve taken great control to hide ourselves from others, what does it mean to begin disclosing intimate thoughts? in hopes to be stopped? cry for attention? or is it the inability to maintain appearances as death approaches us?
I don’t see it. This life is not mine. I was not to be.
Meanwhile, I’ll keep dawg’s post in mind