Walking on tip-toes, always spilling my milk. Trying not to cry over it. Everything is tip-top when you write it in yellow ink. Although somedays it's hard to get up when your stomach is heavy with rocks. Wore all my shoes out trying to follow the right path. Pale, paler, & paler. Dark, darker, circles. Nothing is heavier than compassion. But this is about letting go.
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