Dark days

Some days I don’t think I’ll ever find joy again.

No happiness, no laughter.

Days drag from one to the next.

Seamless, no beginning no end.

Sleep comes for a few short hours whenever it comes.

When this ends I’ll be alone, as usual.

Nothing changes.

don't fucking care bear

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About doggonedmysteries

Agented Mystery Writer, Bull Terrier owner --we have two, Avid gardener.

Posted on July 16, 2016, in Misc and tagged , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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