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09 September 2008

September #10

she's tired
and wonders
what would happen if she just walked away
for a day
or a week
or a month,
just took up her personals
and wandered out of life.
where would she go?
and who would follow her?
she's tired,
endlessly tired,
and watches the rain thunder down,
wonders if something's wrong with her
or if she just needs a good night of sleep.
Posted by Emily at 10:41
Labels: poem, sleep, tired

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