(a shout out to Amel for asking that (above) fundamental question.)
(and a shout out to Beyonce for tapping into the emotional side of my crap.):
I'm in this fight, and I'm swinging
And my arms are getting tired
I'm trying to beat this emptiness but I'm running out of time,
I'm sinking in the sand , And I can't barely stand,
I'm lost in this dream , I need you to hold me.
I am not a project. But I am still my own project.
(Excuse my emo-drama-self-motivating bull, but I need to visually talk myself into fixing everything.)
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