exhaustions fumes
after a long wait
expectations were high:
finally able to extend beyond imagination
to see, to hear, to feel
to heal
results were low:
surprisingly unable to connect and rise above
bickering, accusations, misunderstandings
and what's worst:
time ran out, there was no closure,
all ends were torn
-- and I'm exhausted
that's all I am
to anyone?
expectations were high:
finally able to extend beyond imagination
to see, to hear, to feel
to heal
results were low:
surprisingly unable to connect and rise above
bickering, accusations, misunderstandings
and what's worst:
time ran out, there was no closure,
all ends were torn
-- and I'm exhausted
that's all I am
to anyone?
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