Tired
Tired of feeling lonely
And drowning and floating
And living in conflict with myself
Drinking constantly and never quenching my wondering
Tired of seeing life and not being a part of it
Tired of being a part of something I cannot trust
Tired of not following my own plan
But take heart, I remind myself
That being on the outside
is good
For a writer.
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