You wake up to another day. Another X mark was added to the calendar as you counted the days left.
"8 days to go," you say to yourself.
Limbs and bones cracked satisfyingly as you do some stretches whilst water is slowly brought to a boil in a pan by the stove.
After the brief exercise, you sit; fingers whip up that phone and saw it.
ECQ might be extended. Mayoral session is in order.
The online article said.
Suddenly, your favorite tea tasted like nothing.
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There is no truly right and wrong way.
Everyone has to decide what's best for them in this life.
It doesn't mean that if you can, you should.
If you can endure people trampling on your voice, doesn't mean that you should.
If you can believe that their lies are truth and that you are the one at fault, doesn't mean you should.
If you can swallow the hurt that they have planted in you just to make things peaceful, doesn't mean you should.
If you can just silently cry at night in anguish whilst they sleep soundly, doesn't mean you should.
If they can put the blame on you and make others believe it is gospel truth, doesn't mean you should, too.
For if they truly loved you, they would not have done these things.
If "I'm doing the best for you" is real; then, they would not had snuffed your voice like we do to a candle-flame that is no longer of use.
You weren't born to die inside.
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I'm sorry, ma'am but we cannot deliver water today as the station is closed.
Due to the number of orders today, ______'s chat will be closed until tomorrow. We apologize for the inconvenience.
Dude, my roommate's positive. I'm still waiting for my swab results.
Forms will be due tomorrow ASAP. Here is a picture file for reference.
I'm sorry but your balance is not enough to make this call.
These are messages that popped up in your inbox while you were trying to eat lunch.
In typical days, you would've calmly replied to all of them. But with a pandemic going on, it changes things.
More so when you are living alone in an apartment.
Thanks anyway. When will you open again?
No worries. Thanks for the update.
You'll be fine, dude. Just stay healthy, okay?
Thanks for the reference, sir. I'll try to send the forms by 6pm.
Shaking fingers were typing whilst the screen slowly becomes blurry as the familiar sting and wetness cascaded down heated cheeks.
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Yes, you are allowed moments of weakness.
We are not made of stone.
Yes, let those tears fall. Let those shoulders sag in resignation as you scream all the unfairness this life had laid out to you.
Remember that we didn't ask to be born so we don't owe the world an explanation to our woes.
Weep. Let that sorrow out of the confines of your heart.
Let all the hurt and painful memories ebb and flow.
For it's okay to cry...
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As you shake off the last of your sniffles, moisten your cracked lips and dry mouth; and slowly let your shoulders straighten onto themselves as you breathe..
Never let loose your grip of reality.
Never wholly give in to the tragedies that is your life.
This is not the end yet.
Visualize an anchor. No matter how blurry it maybe now, hold it close to you.
Try to stand with both feet planted on the ground. If you fall, try again.
Call out that mantra these sorrows want to make you forget.
"You're strong. You can get through this."
"You're strong. You can get through this."
"You're strong. You can get through this."
"You're strong. You can get through this."
"You're st.......ngggh..."