Nov 092016

I’m  not just tired, I’m weary.  I can feel it around and behind my eyes.  That’s how I know.  I’m quietly despairing and must not let it overwhelm me.  I have to remind myself that I’m exhausted and that is a major contributing factor to my sorrow.  It’s still tough, though.  Tough as hell.boy-sitting-alone

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