Desperate
that's how I feel sometimes
waiting for something new
anything to fill me up
change me into someone different
maybe an even better person
Exasperated
tired of the rigmarole
the hurt and pain
almost weekly, almost daily
chipping away at my reserves
discoloring my soul
Pleading
wanting to fade into the background
walk into the mist
never to return, never to resurface
forever behind
always Blank
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