Otters, Tea, & Poetry

don't fall

i am

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i think

Take me back to where the roads meet

I'm running out of energy

If lives had batteries

I need to charge . . .

I'm running low

All these days just seem so slow

Forget the chord

I need an anchor

A permanent tie to this place

8:45 and i need a purpose

When did this get so hard?

What was i fighting for?

just don't fall