Life
Sometimes the end of a long, hard day
Can feel like catching
Your nails down a chalkboard,
Scraping your teeth with a fork,
Listening to the piercing screams of a newborn on a
Long haul flight.
Being questioned by authority even though you know you have done
Nothing wrong.
Watching comedy without laughing or
Even cracking a smile.
Like chapped lips in winter,
Sore and exposed.
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