slightly relevant

This is how I feel. Faceless and vulnerable. Alone in the dark. Lost and suspicious. Frail and wilting. Cracking in all the worst places.

Useless and weak. Helpless and sad.

So long, hard roads. Wake me up when we’re home.

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