i want to write
but there is no time.
there are children to feed, a kitchen to clean and a house to keep tidy
there is exercise to be done
that doesn’t get done.
there is sleep that needs to engulf a body
but there are too many things
clouding the list of desires
so that all I really do in my truest reality
is look after everybody
but myself.
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