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RE: Letting Go-100 Days of Poetry Challenge: Day Ninety Seven
I'm reaching and holding on to I don't even know what sometimes. I don't even always realize I'm doing it.
I'm reaching and holding on to I don't even know what sometimes. I don't even always realize I'm doing it.
let it go mama, let it go xx
I really need to. I'm realizing the anxiety is almost as bad as the depression.