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.

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