Two days ago my therapist agreed that I should run for office. She begged me to publish my poetry. Today, I write. Because fuck this mess.
And here's a new poem that I wrote back in March, but hadn't posted until today. (Gave myself some time to think it over before releasing it, due to the content.)
This is a good one to remember today.
Defeat is not surrender
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