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THE WORLD KEPT ASKING AND I KEPT ANSWERING
Even on the days
I had nothing left to give.
Even when the grief
was sitting directly on my chest.
I showed up.
Made the meals.
Answered the messages.
Wore the face the day required.
Because life doesn't pause
for the unbearable.
Doesn't ask if you are ready
before the next thing arrives
needing you.
So I carry both.
The breaking and the functioning.
The falling apart inside
and the showing up anyway.
Every single day. Both at once.
Always both.
