No more.

 I am deflated.

Flat.  Dead.  Desolate.  Exhausted.  Non-existent.  

No longer wanting to carry on.

I am so sick of this happening 

I am so over it.

I am tortured by repetitiveness,

By the cold embrace of solitude.

I am acknowledging now 

this may be my fate. 


-H 

September 12, 2020

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