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The Old Ball And Chain
I'm so sick of my spinning thoughts
Up and down and up and down and up and down and up and down
Ecstasy, melancholy, wistful wanderlust, crippling fear, I know no other method.
I want to love, I want to grow, but my body and mind are barely crawling forward, their muscles aching, their breath ragged.
There's only one constant that fills my being.
Exhausted. Exhausted. Exhausted.
Sunday 12th July 2020 5:58 am
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