I pace around my room,
every decision weighing down on me,
burying me in my own wallows.
Can I dig myself out?
Grasping at
and yanking
memories to the side —
like dirt falling
on my face,
as I try to free myself
from my past.
– June 10th
2025
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I pace around my room,
every decision weighing down on me,
burying me in my own wallows.
Can I dig myself out?
Grasping at
and yanking
memories to the side —
like dirt falling
on my face,
as I try to free myself
from my past.
– June 10th
2025