Just breathe.
It’s overwhelming. Everything.
It’s a lot. A lot to swallow. A lot to take in.
Just keep walking. One step at a time.
Just keep moving. One foot in front of the other.
Just breathe.
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Sometimes I have things that I want to say. Nothing fancy or elaborate... Usually just thoughts I want to get off my chest. Verbal Diarrhea. Flowery expressions of a tensed mind looking for a release valve. Trappings of a often too insecure young man with a clangking keyboard and time on his hands... These words are half jest and full heart, not to be taken too seriously... but understood in context of hot coffee cups and rainy sunday afternoons.
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