The Toll

When life takes its toll, and you feel tired and weak,
and cannot find the rest, you so desperately seek.
When every moment, the fatigue does increase,
and the burden of worry, will not cease.
When only troubles, will come to mind,
and the days of peace, seem so far behind.
When you haven't had hope, in a long, long while,
and just cannot find, a reason to smile.
What can you do, or where can you go,
but it is such a shame, that you do not know.



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Written on 2009-07-01 at 16:34

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darling, you never tell me your name
how come you don't?

(killing you like this
so very bad for my reputation, it is).
2009-07-01