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So, I really don’t have anything to talk about today, the rainy and dreary weather matches with my mood quite well. And the only thing I have to post is this little poem (which needs a name):


I’m sick of crying
Sick of tears

Tired of pain
Tired of fear

My heart keeps breaking
Keeps aching

Does it ever end?
Does it ever stop?

I fear not…
I truly fear not



I wrote that poem about how I’ve been feeling lately, between all the stress and troubles going on in life and with my dog being very sick (he might not make it), I just haven’t felt up to writing much of anything. So Midnight Run is at a standstill.

So I apologize for that.

Until next time,