6 Poems About Burnout
When You Ask How I’m Holding Up, I Want To Say This
The Fringes Of Society Are The Center
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Life With Stains
2 min read
I need to make a mess. Life is messy. Bloody. Full of spit-up and pee and you’re helpless and you need me and I need to accept that I actually need to wash my sheets more than every other week now. Or maybe not.
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