Posted in Anxiety, Deep Thoughts, Reflections

every day

he gives and gives the best of himself
every day.

he feels more empty, dark, and alone
every day

the well doesn’t refill as quickly as it empties
every day

he becomes a desert, dry and barren
at the end of every day

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