Tonight the full moon slices through veils of clouds, glowing brighter than a communion wafer.
Ready or Not…to Die
When my depression is bad, I feel ready.
Tonight the full moon slices through veils of clouds, glowing brighter than a communion wafer.
When my depression is bad, I feel ready.
Joy doesn’t feel welcoming. Listening to our pain would be.
It’s a new Cold War, but this time it’s just us.
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