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5/21: Wake Up Tomorrow 

Think.
Be positive.
No.
Platitudes
Do.
Not.
Help.
Breathe.
Try.
Can’t win
If you don’t try.
I can’t.
Believe.
In what?
A higher power?
I am a mere speck
Of sand.
A guinea pig
Of failed Celestial
Experiments.
God’s Chew Toy.
Believe.
Why?
Because.
In what?
Try yourself.
I am myself.
I don’t need to try
Being me.
But do you believe in you?
I’m not sure anymore.
Then start with one thing.
Okay, two things.
Breathe.
And
Wake up tomorrow.
Can you do those?
Yes.

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