It is tiring, draining,
Living on this edge.
The longer we are like this,
Further driven is the wedge.
I seemed to hold more positive,
Thoughts in these past times,
Perhaps just better coping,
Or moods turning on dimes,
But I feel I miss them,
Or what let them lift.
In these times of fear,
They felt like a gift.
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