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The days grow short, nights are shorter

I’m a wife, a mother, and a daughter

Pulled in all directions, until I’m numb

It’s no wonder why, I’m feeling glum

I need some space, to call my own

A quiet spot, where I’m unknown

No one to call my name, out loud

Far away, from the roaring crowd

Yet, I do not know, of such a place

To live my life, at my own pace

One day I hope to find that peace

When overwhelming moments cease

 

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