Today is my day.
The High Motel

CracksWe're in our early twenties. We're supposed to feel invincible, not broken.Cracks
Headstrong, not weak.
Our shoulders aren't supposed to sag, we shouldn't have to fake our smiles.
When did climbing out of bed get so hard? When did we start feeling so alone? It's like the cracks are starting to form and it makes no sense. We haven't even reached our prime. Are we weak, or has the world just gotten heavier?
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where I end and you begin.
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You go, Glenn Coco!
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