Middle Age
I'm free but imprisoned
I should be happy but I am not
I laugh but I want to cry
I continue but I want to stop ...
I want to be real, but I keep pretending
I want to go far, but I'm stuck
I do not know if it is me or my middle age that is making me feel this way
broken in half, one part want to live and the other seeks to give up ...
and rest forever
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T. H. | Year Posted 2022
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