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Tired... That's all I can say... As I stare at nothing in particular everyday, I mean won't it just ever go away? Won't it just leave? Won't it realise it's destroyed me enough? Won't it just allow me to relieve? Relieve all the wounds From the poison flowing out, The poison only continuing to sprout, Disallowing the gashes to seal up again, Draining the blood out of me to gain, A sense of wholeness once more, But I feel that I know that I will forever lay sore... forevermore.
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Aug 23, 2015
Aug 23, 2015 at 8:10 AM UTC
Tired
Tired... That's all I can say... As I stare at nothing in particular everyday, I mean won't it just ever go away? Won't it just leave? Won't it realise it's destroyed me enough? Won't it just allow me to relieve? Relieve all the wounds From the poison flowing out, The poison only continuing to sprout, Disallowing the gashes to seal up again, Draining the blood out of me to gain, A sense of wholeness once more, But I feel that I know that I will forever lay sore... forevermore.
Yanamari
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Aug 23, 2015
Aug 23, 2015 at 8:10 AM UTC
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