I'm so tired.
I'm tired of needs not being met.
I'm tired of tiny, [in]significant, everyday little things that drip blobs of water into the huge pools of grief in me, causing ripples that no longer still.
I am tired of insurmountably huge things dropping like monoliths into the landscape of my wretched being, carving new craters for the creation of
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come and rest your bones with me. strength. wuv.
then, remember "spite". because damned if we let THEM get the better of us.
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