"I am you, one day out of five,
Tired, empty, hating what I carry
But afraid to lay it down, stingy,
Angry, doing violence to others
By the sheer freight of my gloom,
Halfway home, wanting to stop, to quit
But keeping going mostly out of spite."
― Tracy K. Smith, Wade in the Water
N/B: None of the artwork belongs to me.
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**warning-may make you unconsciously slip into a corner alone, with sad music drowning you through your headphones**