doesn't it exhaust you? knowing that we'll spend this entire existence planting wildflower seeds in the massacre meadows that were once our markets, churches, & schools? our hearts are numb so as not to feel every tiny shard if has splintered into our limbs are weighed by ongoing distress and yet we continue with exha…
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