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May 2012
I write, now, only of
exhaustion and anger

no more is there love
or adventure or
hunger
or thirst
or solutions
or questions
or even suffering

there is only
burn-out
and
further burn-out

I need much more than
a good soaking
this time
Overwhelmed
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Overwhelmed
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   Allie Laroche
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