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i am tired. i have been cleaning, solving sudoku and crossword, writing, and playing my violin with nobody around to witness the way my hands are never still i want them to stop shaking. once in motion they never seem to listen to me when i say "it's over, you can rest", instead they find new ways to involuntarily release my anger. my shoulders are aching. i cannot stretch and reach my toes anymore. i packed my bags today. truthfully, i wish i could just hold you again (even if my arms tell otherwise).
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Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 10:10 AM UTC
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i am tired. i have been cleaning, solving sudoku and crossword, writing, and playing my violin with nobody around to witness the way my hands are never still i want them to stop shaking. once in motion they never seem to listen to me when i say "it's over, you can rest", instead they find new ways to involuntarily release my anger. my shoulders are aching. i cannot stretch and reach my toes anymore. i packed my bags today. truthfully, i wish i could just hold you again (even if my arms tell otherwise).
grantairee
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Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 10:10 AM UTC
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