There’s too much. Too much to process. Too much to feel.
Yesterday felt like 6 days. I’ve taken to late night eating pot brownies and swigging whiskey to calm the tightness in my chest while I flip flop between is it crippling anxiety? or is it early signs of the virus?
But it also feels like other times. Like strangely sunny September twelfth walking t…
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