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Feb 2015
So, this was Monday.
Legs sore from carrying
Concrete up stairs.
Throat from yelling,
Head from thinking; worrying.
Some days I bleed more
Than I sweat.
Bath water pink,
Towels red.
All out of energy and
Band-aids.

I'll do this until I die.
Sometimes I hope to see
Friday.
SG Holter
Written by
SG Holter  Fenstad, Norway.
(Fenstad, Norway.)   
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