A Writer's Notebook, Day One-Thousand-Three-Hundred-And-Twenty-One

So much is weighing on me at the moment.  Things are just difficult and often, it feels that any effort I make is a waste.  Nothing seems to come of it.  I need to find a way to change and improve things, but the possibilities feel so limited.  Still, I have to find a way to at least work on what is here, right now, on improving things, if only just a bit.

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