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Done For The Night

I am done for the night

I’ve given too much of myself into these words

without getting anything in return

I opened up

And poured it all out

Now I am dry.

On empty

Nothing left

Except the last grasp of what it’s like to be human


No new words

No new stories

Just the life I have

And the words that go with it


So goodnight world

I will try again another day

I will try to pull something out of myself

and share it for y’all to pick apart,

tomorrow


-C.H.

 
 
 

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