those of blood tied
Frustration. Patterns of the same. With no end in sight. Still I try to include, to ask for help. To invite. And still… no end in sight. Frustration. Needing to release. Meditation. The only way to overcome. Continue on. The constant blight. And still No end in sight. The blank space continues. Continues through the night and into the day. So unaware, lacking care. That all I need… …is…
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