When

When ‘if it can go wrong, it will go wrong’ applies to all you do

And the universe seems bent on beating you down

When all the little straws have turned to knives

to face the slow death of countless cuts

Each twist of circumstance

Slicing

and slashing

at your composure and sanity

At the end of the day, it’s a blessing to cry

Sorrow and fatigue and frustration and relief

Spilling your tears on the cheek of one you love

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