Dread

Posted on May 10, 2021 by

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Dread fills my core

I do not want to get out of bed

I fight this feeling daily

Unsure of the cause.

Is it work?

Is it homelife?

Is it something I can’t quantify?

I have felt this way for over a year

When will something give?

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