Tired

There is nothing more tiring than being tired of oneself.

Of doing it right and yet doing it wrong.

Of moving out and putting it back together.

And yet losing it on every even day.

Knowing the right thing and yet doing it wrong.

Losing out, losing in. Talking. Listening.

Tired. Very tired.

The loops breaks after it forms a new chain. Simmering and malignant.

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