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The Edge of Frustration

Joys of the day,seems to be limited, with sun going down,leaving me frustrated. Dunno what makes me so ,trying to figure it out whether its the horrible climate or the little ones shout But again,I've tolerated climates worse than present and the presence of kids ,happiness was all it meant then what could be the reason for my present state that my very lovable things are now an object of hate Irritation seems to be ready for anything that comes across Be it either a friend or family with everyone I'm cross Find me a place where I can get a moment of peace along the blue high skies or in the lovely green trees As i need to get away from this reality of irritation killing me every moment at the edge of frustration.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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