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Too tired for anything
Too tired to get myself a drink
Too tired of looking at my horrid self
Too tired to get up from bed another day
Got a birthday to celebrate
Got a match to go to
Got a school to end
Got a job to do
Got a competition to compete
Got a life to live
But that won't stop me
But I can't let that stop me from reaching my goal
But I can't let that stop me from killing myself
You saw all of me
You read all of me
You met all of me
You left me

You made me whole
You made me happy
You made me me
You left me

You know I love you
You know you love me
You know we both love another
You left me

You made the choice
You broke up
You are not at fault
You left me

I love You
I live for You
I die for You
I will **** myself
I don't think you understand
That my heart has already chosen
And it doesn't need to make sense
There is no going backward

You want me to move on
You say it's for my own good
But I have to myself be true
My love weighs more than a ton

We both can't let go from this
At least you're doing better than me
But I don't see life without we
I would die for You is what it is

You want me to be proud of I
Once I fix my life and my dedication
But you need to understand it's addiction
So I will wait for you while I cry
Context: me and my ex can't move on from eachother
I hope you don't feel the same way I feel about you
Because I don't want you to suffer as I do
Looking for rolling hills
North of my home, south of the sea
Hoping I will find the previous me
Knowing well that view kills

Knocking mentally on doors
To where I'm longer invited
Hoping I will be with others reunited
But noone's answering the knocks

Searching for things I used to taste
Meals I have eaten and enjoyed
Plastics that I have once with toyed
Hoping for the childhood I waste

I only search for things far gone
That are simply no more
Found a lemonade that I drank as a kid once that I've been searching for for years while on my trip
Will my works be appreciated?
Before I lay in my grave, dead
Will anyone read my works before I pass?
Doubt that, I was not made to last
Recently at a party my friend told me that she hopes I will be an artist appreciated during life and not after I pass
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