Frustration

I am stuck in the same place At the same pace What's wearing thin is my patience I don't have any time to stay complaisant I need to find my placement Put myself first, not in the basement Some may not know what it meant I however hold no sentiments This is what I have to deal with No one actually making things better for me Instead I bleed My marrow creating blood just abundantly Just to keep the stream from weening Disallowing the life in me to die out

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Chalsey

22 / Two-Spirit / American

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