Sometimes life is a blur.
I am in one such blur.
I am struggling to read, write and feel rested.
Too much of the world is passing me by in a blur.
I wish I could be silent and just rest.
Sometimes rest is more than an yearning, more than an epitaph.
I am in one such blur.
I am struggling to read, write and feel rested.
Too much of the world is passing me by in a blur.
I wish I could be silent and just rest.
Sometimes rest is more than an yearning, more than an epitaph.
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