I'm tired of struggling against everything stacked up against us. I'm doing my best and seeing the awful mess my children will face crushes my soul. They're all too young to have any cares and I mourn for the pain that they don't yet know they'll face. I miss the one who's already gone. I don't cry very often but fuck I'm so tired. I know I'm not the only one and I won't be the first one of the last of us still standing to quit. Please don't quit either.
I'm tired of struggling against everything stacked up against us. I'm doing my best and seeing the awful mess my children will face crushes my soul. They're all too young to have any cares and I mourn for the pain that they don't yet know they'll face. I miss the one who's already gone. I don't cry very often but fuck I'm so tired. I know I'm not the only one and I won't be the first one of the last of us still standing to quit. Please don't quit either.
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