My mind is running around the room,
running miles.
Exhausted,
from sprinting.
I just want to walk.
When can I stop running?
When can I get a break?
When can I catch a breathe?
Feels like never.
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Author:
Brooke Snyder (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 11th, 2017 02:52
- Category: Sad
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