Tell myself, on the ride home. Getting tired, hating all I've known. Holding on, like it's all I have. Count me out, when it's clear that I find it hard to say and you find it hard to care.Phew, what a longass week. Seemed to go by fast, but with a lot crammed into it -if that makes any sense at all. Looking forward to getting some rest tomorrow,
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