I can’t cope.

Anxious about what could be,

What is,

What wasn’t,

Why.

If I could,

I’d hide away.

My quivering body, threatens

collapse from a weight I can’t bare.

Searching.

Searching for anything to cling to

Anything to give me hope.

I bend my back,

Roll my shoulders,

Stiff, exhausted, from the burden.

Swiftly bouncing from thing to thing.

I throw myself into any endeavor,

A subterfuge from the main endeavor

[Survival.]

Urgent

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