I am the wind. The baggage of my life
carried with me everywhere I go. For whatever reason, I am never
quite weak enough to drop it, but not strong enough to cast it away
from me. Often when people ask me how my day is, or how I am doing,
I only reply “I'm here.” Its never a good day, not really a bad
one. It is a confusing answer, but its true. For almost thirty four
years I have crawled or walked on this Earth, and I can honestly say,
most of those days have not been good or bad, just days.
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