I am stumbling.
I am crumbling.
They don’t listen, am I mumbling?
Try as I might,
no matter the fight
nothing seems to come out right.
Is this the way
it has to stay?
I wish I could just walk away.
Nov 10
I wish I were an Ostrich.
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