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Dec 2015
My exhaustion is picky;
It says, "No, I don't want to do this anymore".
Neither there are reasons nor none why it causes me to be sad  momentously, it doesn't even matter.
Just as long as it is buried down my chest until I feel a pang of ache,
I'm sure, tears will be the backwash behind all of these.
Kathleen
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