I throw my arms open wide in resistance
No one is alone
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Hello beloved,
My sink is full of dirty dishes. My fridge is full of takeout containers: not a raw ingredient in sight. My hair is, to put it kindly: a mess. My chronic pain is registering around an eight or nine right now.
But I am here. I am here with you.
We are not by ourselves.
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