i was tired. i had just woken up. but it's not unusual.

my parents said that i was born tired.

i've been like this for my whole life. 

it's been a long seventy-five years.

i knew why.

my soul was tired.

i blinked and i felt my eyes want to stay close.

* resignition *

i wasn't sure if i wanted to die today. my children were coming over to visit and i haven't seen them in the longest of times.

i tried to get out of bed but i couldn't, my legs failing me and i sat back down.

* acceptance *

dying today would give me some closure, after all.

today was the day i was born, and my previous lives had died. it made sense to die today.

i could already feel myself slipping away.

my only regret was that i didn't look further. i couldn't find them. i gave up.

i shouldn't have given up.

i realize that now.

but i will still wait.

i will wait for us to meet.

even though i am tired now, i swear that my next life will be energetic. i will be smart. i will not give up.

i will be patient.

i will wait as long as i need to.

if it is a thousand years until i see you again . . .

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so be it

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