To all of us who wake up every day with the world so heavy on our chest it hurts to breathe and think, “I just can’t” but still do… I see you. I am you. Take care of yourselves out there.
L. R. Knost
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L. R. Knost
To all of us who wake up every day with the world so heavy on our chest it hurts to breathe and think, “I just can’t” but still do… I see you. I am you. Take care of yourselves out there.
