Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Exhausted?

Depleted.
Drained.
Pulverized.
Ripped.
Torn.
Run over by a monster truck.
And then again.
Unstable.
Discouraged.
Beaten to a pulp.
Like a ghost
wandering the halls
looking aimlessly for what he left behind
if anything...

Weary.

so
very
weary.

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