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Feb 2016
It is relentless

It never quite ceases

Out of the multitude of predicaments, one is resolved only to be followed by another colossal quandary

I am exhausted, depleted of all vigor

So ready to resign and wash my hands of this existence

Alas, I'd like to rest now.
February 2016
Joanne Lee
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Joanne Lee  Chicago
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