(To read the previous poem, go here: Octoverwhelming — might be triggering)
Octoverview
This is next October.
I’m writing from the Future
I’m writing to recover
The past self
The past version of myself
Who was overwhelmed
Who was stressed
Who was… a mess.
I can’t say I was wrong
I can’t say I was alone,
Although I felt lonely
Although I felt loosely tied to reality.
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