How can I be anything
when anything is,
in equal parts,
both too much
and not nearly enough?
I acquiesced and am to blame.
I am tired.
I am tired of waiting.
I am ready for this to be what it is supposed to be.
Until then I will stay
because I don't know how not to
because there is nowhere else to go
because faith that it will work
is sometimes better than
nothing
at
all.
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