pointless and random
i need to write but i don't know what to, nor to what purpose
cathartic perhaps?
i'm shattered in more ways than one, and it's not just my fatigue/backpain i'm talking about
if i don't sort myself out, all that's going to be left are tiny pieces. tiny, tiny pieces
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