67 days ago, my foundations cracked.
These last two months have been unexpected. The emotions come in waves, buffeting my ill-prepared boat. The winds scream and shift. My mast wasn't made for this. And at times, the tears fill this ship faster than I can bail it out.
62 days ago, I felt a hatchet to my guts.
I've tried to change. I don't know if I
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