42 Dreams of Arizona Bay

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I have to do something different.

I don’t know what.

I know I don’t like the person I sometimes become. A person who battles evil: one of the few against many barricaded behind names. Of howling in the wind against the deaf.

Who has started to become like them in that I take delight in the small shots. Who sometimes just plays dead because it’s too hard to get up from where I’ve been kicked to the curb.

I’m tired. I’m even tired of feeling righteous, of being beleaguered, of thinking I am right without anyone to agree with me.

Just tired. Make it stop.

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