I'm fine...

September 6, 2019

I'm Fine

That stupid line we spit time after time

knowing full well every day is a wretched hill climb.

Squeezing the air from our lungs, giving no signs it was ever really there in the first place

Life is like a race, bending and breaking our bones throughout the chase reminding us of who we are again and again

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