The local elderly are protesting with heart signs so that the tram would stop there.
I myself am currently protesting against my gut health. I haven’t puked in a long time, but in the evenings I just feel sick.
Sometimes it feels like everything we’ve been through is following us. But it isn’t. Every day is day 0. Nothing carries over, not the weight, not the mistakes, not the fear, unless we bring them with us. I’ve lived through heavy things. I don’t live there anymore. This blog is where I remember that.
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