(This is what hopelessness feels like. I wonder if I should even post it. *sigh*)
Zero
It’s still a number.
It means something.
It has value.
I love zero.
It’s better than
many other numbers.
Except on my bank account
Except as number of sales
Except as number of words written
Zero has purpose
math would never be complete
without this mythical number
yet I find myself in tears
looking at my profile
and seeing zero books sold
Zero is valuable
It has worth
I am worthless
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