Dear Diary: A Bag Full of Excuses

I wish I had a bag full of excuses.

I wish I had my make-believe life where I had a reason to get up in the morning.

I wish I didn’t know what pain felt like.

I wish numbness didn’t hurt.

I wish empty didn’t ache like dry bones grinding inside.

I wish I had faith in something and wasn’t terrified of nothing.

I wish mostly for peace and quiet.

I wish I wasn’t exhausted all the time.

I wish I hadn’t broken.

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