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I'm so tired of living this way. Tired of giving something to you only to take it back up again when my gaze shifts to the trouble in front of me. I'm painfully stubborn. There is no way I can keep this up. I hear you whisper to me - "Won't you just let me love you?" I'm running around in circles, trying to find the purpose and the constant. I look to my own vices and solutions, one more feeble than the next. I can barely put one foot in front of the other. My back is hunched over from the weight of the monotony of trying to work things out down here. And still I hear your whisper- "Won't you just let me love you?" I'm short on patience and long on frustration. My wants and wishes pile high around me and I complain that things aren't happening quickly enough. In vain I stomp my feet and hold my breath like a toddler throwing a tantrum. My emotions are large and I act out of the sudden rushing impulse, determined that I