The day after the night that you couldn't sleep at all,
The world hates you and wants you to fail,
Perceived slights are grievous bridge burning rituals,
Deviously designed to destroy your last remaining nerve.
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Wishing there would be found a very soft place to fall on such a horrible time frame. Feelings like those are most difficult to attend and hoping you could walk that sad path with at least one true friend... and rise above it with wonderful spirit you are
we are all too oft a 'tired' people... too much stress, too many problems... too much shooting from the hip! another good poem!