March 2006
i fight a hellish battle everyday.
always something or someone demanding attention,
time, effort. i am most often glad to help, but looking ahead
i see only miles and miles of work, stress, and struggle.
every moment is a profound gift that passes before it is realized.
i am learning how to put the needs of others ahead of my own.
the constant talking may very well drive me insane.
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