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Oct 2015
Here I am,fidgeting
Moving about before this feeling overwhelms me
Shuffling my feet,
Shaking my head,
Arms in akimbo,
Just because I am tired

I'm tired of running
Tired of all the lies,the hate,the deception
Tired of hiding from attack,
Running from war,
Crying at loss,
Maybe its human nature but all it makes me, is uncomfortable

Uncomfortable,
Like standing at attention for 45 minutes
Like lying on a bed of nails,
like Goldilocks on Papa Bears bed,
Like the princess and the pea,
Like trying so hard only to fail,
I am uncomfortable.
Written by
Daniel Jacha  Zimbabwe
(Zimbabwe)   
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