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I'm tired.
Tired of everything.
I just want to sleep,
And never wake up again.

No, I'm not lazy,
I'm not running away from life.
I'm just tired of the world and myself,
And too tired to change anything.
Wrapped in silk and satin
she has been waiting
She doesn't expect him
not anymore, but habit
She nor grins,nor frowns
standing at the end of her lawn
The day count lost numbers,
lost many days and slumber
Hope faded, love went,
only she stayed
so far
What if
on a parallel universe
There is another Earth
where fictional characters, creatures, and lands exist

What if
our two worlds collide,
And you see yourself standing there
because I always write about you

— The End —