rut
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What have I done?
He is restless without my touch.
He needs constant reassurance.
Is there no faith that I can give him?
I have done no wrong.
No reason t thing of another.
Stress eats me whole.
My body's aching stuck in this rut.
I'm wanting windows to open
instead doors slam shut.
I live a life that can be taken away
so easily it can be stripped from my soul.
Yet I still trek on living as day to day.
