I'm fresh out of spoons
I'm out of spoons
I don't have forks
Or knives
Or sporks
Or even chopsticks
I have nothing left to give
Nothing left to use
I'm fresh out
And I'm fading
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This is a mixture of journal entries, poetry, writing prompts, and more that in a way make up who I am and who I've become. A lot of the entries surround themes of grief, chronic illness, escaping abuse, and growth. Enjoy.
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