The nervous system was never designed to carry the grief of an entire planet Yet here we are A child starving crosses our screen between weather reports and advertisements Forests burn beside stock prices Wars arrive in the same hand that holds photographs of our grandchildren And somewhere inside us something ancient keeps trying to respond This is the exhaustion few know how to name Not simply stress Not simply fear But the unbearable collision between .

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