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[today]Nov 21st, 2007 5:50:28 am - Subscribe

There's always
something running
through my head,
wearing me down.

There's always
someone yelling
in my world;
I let it go.

Always something
I've forgotten
or neglected -
I look away.

Always some
secret anguish
in my wellspring
of worry.

Ever a change
inevitable,
awaiting me -
I let it go.

Always packing up
my things
to leave again;
I let it go.

Ever disappointment
when escape is
not enough:
I numb the pain.

Thinking of myself,
no regard
for anyone else -
I let it go;
I let you down.

[I am]exhausted.
[inspiration]...more like lack thereof.

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