Still not broken. Just lost.
O Spirit, where art thou?
I want my spirit back and soaring again.
I need my spirit to fly me over and above the disappointments, frustrations, helplessness and exhaustion.
I need my spirit to nourish me when I'm running dry, when I'm starving.
There's only so much this body and mind can take.
I need a break.
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