I’m just so tired of trying.
I collapse against the wall.
There’s something out there burning,
But exhausted, I still fall.
/
I did the frantic pounding,
I shrieked until I bled,
But no on hears my yearning,
All the while, already dead.
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I write and stuff. I published some fiction on Kindle over the last few years and I make a little money off of that. It was a pen name and NO you can’t read it.
