Tough days

Some days are just tough. Keeping things together is like chewing glass. How? Why?  Billion questions with vague or no answers. Who do I turn too? No one.  I can’t, it has been years since I considered asking for help or having a candid conversation.  Why do I get labeled so quickly while everyone has someone that forgives them. But, each day must end and so will today.


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