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Nov 2013
What used to be a rewarding escape
is now fourty eight tedious hours
filled with self-hatred and regret.
Saturday nights spent isolated, wide awake
wishing we had never met.

Reminiscing about challenging weeks gone by
followed by feelings of failure,
thoughts of insignificance
while I begin to silently cry
Isobel
Written by
Isobel  Birmingham
(Birmingham)   
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