good luck

and i heard of a friend, and a friend of a friend, getting out of rehab, going in.

and i feel those days interminable, for these, our friends. i feel those days, upon moments, upon hours of anhedonic non-ness, living moments of hell, feeling less than worthless, more than dead.

good friends, i wish you strength, and luck. please know you are perfect, it is only the mirror that has cracked.

one day at a time, good friends, for one is more than enough.

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