Dead in the head. Long day labour hammering my gut to bits. By evening, I am exhausted, full of hatred and headache. I have hit the trough once again. The saint in my is dying, the devil ripping me apart at all times. Even a cool breeze fails to bring any ease to me. I wish that my eyes closed and I never had to do a thing again.
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6 thoughts on “Tired for anything.”
Very movingly and lucidly evoked.
Sad. Beautiful and sad 😔
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I hope you are well, take care 🙂
I’m just repeating Ingrid because it’s what I really feel too. I hope you feel a lot better and lively soon 🙂
I hope you feel better soon take care of yourself 🙏