soon enough this shall become, simply, just what i do.
wake. wash. arrive. write.
and then proceed to play along
in the game of education.
filter through the rubble.
keep pouring in what's good. if i can find it.
pretty soon i will stop feeling.
i will be able to live. thoughtless of the times.
at least i hope.
i will not write down what it is i wish not to believe.
some help has arrived..too risky to start moving debris.
unknown of the state of being..
so we wait. try to guide the savior hands.
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