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Feb 2015
I'm really exhausted.
No matter how many hours I sleep.
No matter how much coffee I drink.
Or rather how long I lie down on my old bunk bed.
It seems like something inside me has given up.
My soul is tired.
I'm tired.
Kim Santiago
Written by
Kim Santiago  Sydney, Australia
(Sydney, Australia)   
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